La Notte
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The Night
Yes, it may be mysterious and dark,
When it wants, it's scary,
But it embraces you and defends you if you listen to it...
If you hide and search within it for the strength to move forward
And don't betray it with the sun and its rays.
It shields me from insults and gossip, which only seek to hurt and discredit me,
It lets me be even when I make mistakes and hurt myself, without insulting me..
Not like you who instead, in a moment, erased everything.
And within you only the worst remained for a mistake and a moment when I felt alone,
Without courage...
But at night I know you think of me, my love,
In the darkness, you always search for my hands, no...
Don't pretend to be already, already fine... you can't forget suddenly.
Nothing so deep and intense, or at least I think.
I say I can, then I get lost and fall back
In moments of despair, when around me
Everything is dark like,
Like the night,
Like the blows,
Like the wounds abandoned and never healed,
Still open.
To err is human, but for you, one mistake is everything.
I'm just a scoundrel and a violent one, for once I try to listen
To the heart and not the pride.
But at night I know you think of me, my love,
In the darkness, you always search for my hands, no...
Don't pretend to be already, already fine... you can't forget suddenly.
Nothing so deep and intense, or at least I think.
But at night I know you think of me, my love, in the darkness, you always search for my hands... no!
Don't pretend to be already, already fine...
You can't forget suddenly...
Nothing so deep and intense, or at least I think.