Un filo rosso

And now where will you go
with your white wings,
where will you land
another sky you will fly
but time runs
for you too,
just yesterday
you were playing with me.

There's a red thread between us
that will never break;
born from the same sides
confused and trembling,
a red thread between us
are roots that will never
unravel in the days
that I will live and you will live.

And now what will I do
with this empty room of yours,
I will conquer it
filling it with everything... but
pranks, fights... and jealousy... have vanished,
leaving behind nostalgia.

There's a red thread between us,
that knows everything about us
that we don't need
words to understand each other;
breathing inside of you,
you flow inside of me,
it will never be distance
the gap that separates me from you
who now leaves this house.

We will never part.

There's a red thread between us,
that will never break
it's a sense of belonging,
the essence of us.