El ultimo romantico
Paolo Meneguzzi
The Last Romantic
I know I'm the last romantic
I'm the one who, when giving a flower
Without saying anything, knows how to see and understand
By the expression on your face
And the trembling in your hand
If you love me
The last, last romantic of a world
That even gets emotional seeing
Two doves playing
Kissing in the square
Not caring about the people
Who could harm them
As they walk in such a hurry
Why, if a rose is a rose
And always has been
Must I change?
Why, if the sea and the sky
The sun and the wind never change
Why, if love is love
And always has been, must I change?
Why, if there are so many things
That we are changing
Love does not change
The last, last romantic of a world
That even gets emotional seeing two beings who love each other
Kissing on the beach not caring about the people
Like we do today
