Buongiorno Tristezza

I didn’t know
sweet nothings of love,
love songs,
the poisons of love.

When in a kiss
I asked for a heart,
she gave me a heart,
I lost a heart.

Since then,
how many gold coins
these eyes have given
since then.

Good morning sadness,
friendly with my melancholy,
you know the way,
let’s keep each other company today.

Good morning sadness,
let’s go back to where I met you one day
and I said about her:
"She still loves me" and I was wrong.

The yellow leaves
are crying all around me
asking
the whispering plane trees: "Where is she?"
seeing me with you.

Good morning sadness,
friendly with my melancholy.