Notte Di Ferragosto

mid-August night
warm on the beach
and warm in the sea
cold is this heart of mine
without you.
mid-August night,
my thoughts
turn back to you,
maybe in your arms
there's him, there's him
and I realize I love you
every day more
even if I keep telling myself
that love isn't there
isn't there, isn't there
no, because if there were
a love like this,
like the one I feel,
this night for you,
for you, for you
you would be with me.
and I realize I love you
every day more
even if I keep telling myself
that love isn't there
isn't there, isn't there
no, because if there were
a love like this,
like the one I feel,
you would be with me,
with me, with me.