Attracted by the silhouette along the river, I found myself on the edge of my world of emotions. It was me who was to blame at the end, even though I had no idea of your desire to love me. There you were, standing along the Arno, waiting for the man you wanted me to be.
Per me la scelta fra l’indifferenza e l’amore non c’è; è sempre l’indifferenza.
Take my hand and let us walk along the river, with our eyes shut, singing the song we’ve never sung. Let our shadows explore the limits of our supposed oneness. Let us talk about the depth of your soul and forget the emptiness of mine.
Dovevi sapere che non c'era un’anima dietro i miei occhi neri.
The innocence of your tears made a flower flourish at the outskirts of my shame, charming all the objects of pride passing it. I tried to cry with you, yet apparently I had no eyes. Otherwise, wouldn’t I have been enchanted by the unequivocal beauty of your existence?
Se ti avevo amata, ero morto.
There I was, standing along the Arno, waiting for the man you wanted me to be.
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