Stella cometa

I think of you before sleeping
Watching the sun giving way to dusk
In this land far from home
Far from you who are my home
Wherever you are, you are my soul
You are a field of melancholy
When I'm not with you, you are a field of sweet fruits
When you are here with me, farmer of the heart
My joy costs me sweat
I love you and run far away, the measure of how much I love you is the planet
Of every journey far from you, you are the destination
I wise man, you comet star...
I have to move away from you to see you completely
I have to pretend you're not there to discover that you're real
Tonight the lady at the hotel cooked the potatoes
Just like you make them roasted
A bit crispy on the outside and soft inside
Just like you make them... just
like you eating them, I ate you like a communion and I ran away because
I can't breathe from too much love love love love...
This word seen from afar makes me feel like a pilgrim, a penitent
A wandering knight, a halfwit
I love you and run far away, the measure of how much I love you is the planet
Of every journey far from you, you are the destination
I wise man, you comet star.