Rosa (italiano)

See how you are
you sleep but you don't let me sleep, what can you do to me?
You can't do anything, love
Now, we would need this calm sea that suddenly stirs
But it doesn't
It can't do it
It must sigh
It must cry
I'm singing too,
I'm sighing
the crabs walk sideways back and forth, if destiny were sweeter:
a garden of oranges
I rest in sleep, among these leaves
and you love me while I sleep and believe in dreams
and every time it's like this:
desire for love wakes up more in sleep than in the heart.
If it were all true, I would wake up to sleep morning and evening.
I am like the sea, Rose.
Wind on me
If I rest I dream of you, what can it do to you?
what can it do
to this sea?
it must sigh
can't touch you
even I'm singing...
..Rose
These hands,
Rose, I wake up, but where are these roses, these hands
Every time it's like this:
we are more taken in sleep than in the heart by the rapture of love
every pain of love
these dreams...
Rose, I wake up and these roses and these hands are dreams
And every time it's like this:
it hugs the heart tightly, the pain of love,
it doesn't let you breathe
the little boat of love floats more on dreams than on the heart
the little boat of love