Il 7 Di Settembre
Mecano (ES)
The 7th of September
It seems like a joke
a long time has passed
and everything went wrong
but we still insist on celebrating
our anniversary.
The same place
like so many years now
our little corner
where almost secretly
you held my hand.
Maybe love is no longer there
but something is alive within us.
The fire will not go out
blowing will only make it grow.
The May flowers
will wither and you will find
wrinkles around your eyes,
but we will continue to look for
a sign in each other's gaze.
The seventh of September is
our anniversary
and we won't know whether to kiss
on the cheeks or on the lips.
Maybe love is no longer there
but something is alive within us.
The fire will not go out
blowing will only make it grow.
The seventh of September is
our anniversary
