Come Pioveva

We loved each other so much
for a year and maybe more,
then we left each other
I don't remember how it happened.

But one evening we met
by a fatal combination,
because together we took shelter,
from the rain, in a doorway.

Elegant in her veil,
with a white little hat,
sweet were her sky-blue eyes,
always sad her little face.

And I thought of a distant dream,
of a little room on the top floor,
when in winter my heart tightened.
As it rained, as it rained!

“How are you?” I suddenly asked her.
“Fine, thank you,” she said, “and you?”
“Not bad” and then absentmindedly:
“Look at the rain coming down!”

“What do I care if I get wet,
I have to go home anyway.”
“I have an umbrella, I'll walk you.”
“Thank you, don't bother.”

A carriage passes by in time,
I call it, she says: “no,”
I say: “Come on, without fear,
let's get in,” and she got in.

So slowly I took her hand
while my thoughts wandered far away,
when in winter my heart tightened.
As it rained, as it rained!

But the memory of the past
was the greatest pain for her,
because in the world she had given
beauty and innocence.

So when at her door
she gave me a smile,
in her beautiful eyes of passion
a tear appeared.

I never saw her again,
if she's happy who knows!
But whether she's rich or lost,
she will always regret:

When one evening in a distant dream
in the carriage I took her hand,
when she could still be saved!
As it rained...so she cried!