L'ultimo Bacio

You seek fraternal shelter comfort
you stretch your arms to the mirror
you move with difficulty and with a stern look
you mumble a melancholic Modugno

Of those violins played by the wind
the last kiss my sweet little girl
burns on the face like drops of lemon
the heroic courage of a fierce goodbye

but they are tears while it rains, it rains
while it rains, it rains
while it rains, it rains

Magical veiled indulgence quiet
after the ungrateful storm
you catch your breath and with intense passion
you celebrate a mild and unusual awakening

A thousand violins played by the wind
the last embrace my beloved little girl
in the faint memory of a silver rain
the ruthless sense of a non-return

Of those violins played by the wind
the last kiss my sweet little girl
burns on the face like drops of lemon
the heroic courage of a fierce goodbye
but they are tears while it rains, it rains
while it rains, it rains
while it rains, it rains