Today, what a magnificent day,
what a day of happiness.
My beautiful woman has gone,
she has finally left me in freedom.
I’m still master of my life
and I want to enjoy it always more.
She, upon leaving, swore to me
that she would never come back.
To live, without melancholy.
To live, without further jealousy.
Without regrets,
without evermore knowing what love is.
Pick up the most beautiful flower,
enjoy life and make the heart be silent.
To laugh, always so cheerful.
To laugh of the world’s follies.
To live, as long as there’s youthfulness
because life is beautiful
and I want to live it always more.
Often, your woman makes you
act out the comedy of love.
You, then, become the principal actor
and repeat whatever she wants.
At the third act the curtain falls,
finally reality comes back
and her comedy of love
will be transformed in a farce.
To live, without melancholy.
To live, without further jealousy.
Without regrets,
without evermore knowing what love is.
Pick up the most beautiful flower,
enjoy life and make the heart be silent.
To laugh, always so cheerful.
To laugh of the world’s follies.
To live, as long as there’s youthfulness
because life is beautiful,
I want to live it always more.
To live.
To live.
To live, even if, in your heart,
a moment of nostalgia comes back.
I have no more rancour
and I thank the one who took her away from me.
To laugh.
To laugh.
To live, as long as there’s youthfulness
because life is beautiful
and I want to live it always more.