Fare L'amore Con Te
Gianni Nazzaro
Making Love With You
Sweet my flower,
I know you tremble, but where are you?
There's a thought bursting in me:
Making love with you!
I would be rich if
Nostalgia could be sold.
I settle for a poem:
Making love with you!
I said goodbye to you
Out of pride, who knows why.
Now what I want is:
Making love with you!
Sweet flower, my flower,
It won't be spring anymore
And every rose, if it's not you,
Is just one more sorrow.
Life doesn't stop here,
But maybe my heart does.
The sun is not enough,
It makes you cold in the soul.
I want to come back to you,
Have another one next to me
I couldn't,
Because I only want you.
I won't see you again,
And if the sun rises or not,
What do I care if I can't
Make love with you.
Sweet flower, my flower,
It won't be spring anymore
And every rose, if it's not you,
Is just one more sorrow.
