Dolce Follia

I'm selling the inventory of memories
Of the unfinished story of a life with you
I'm selling the sadness of that film
In black and white, dedicated to a love that's already gone

I'm selling the colored words
From a warm melody that I will write tomorrow
I'm selling the poster with my photograph
Of the most important moment I will live

I know it's over now
And I get my life back
But I feel sad and empty
Without you

Without the Moon, without the Sun you took away
Where is your sweet madness?
At night, you're just a thought
I dream of you but I'm not yours anymore

I'm selling my camera
The worn film of your gaze on me
I'm selling two expired tickets
Second row seats of a love that's already gone

I'm selling two armchairs labeled "booked for a lifetime"
Where (it turns out) I've been sitting for a while alone
I'm selling the poster with my photograph
Of the most important moment I will live

I know it's over now
And I get my life back
But I feel sad and empty
Without you

Without the Moon, without the Sun you took away
Where is your sweet madness?
At night, you're just a thought
And I'll dream of you

Without the Moon, without the Sun you took away
I cry of melancholy
And my soul takes a flight
On a journey of sweet madness

And for me, every night will live
Like that memory that comforts me
And your Moon on my roof
Will always shine in my heart

Without the Moon, without the Sun you took away
Where is your sweet madness?
At night, you're just a thought
And I'll dream of you

Without the Moon, without the Sun you took away
I cry of melancholy
And my soul takes a flight
On a journey of sweet madness