Vento Di Passione

The memory of a love
travels in the mind
and there's no reason
when we search for what remains
it's like a wind of passion
or a red rose
the memory of a love
it changes us and doesn't leave

If I had at least one chance
now that I can find the words
but the memory of a love
keeps traveling in the mind

The memory of a love
leaves a salty taste in the mouth
and goes straight to the heart
without even warning
it's in a love letter
it's in the song of the sea
the memory of a love
talks to us and doesn't fade

If I had at least one chance
now that I can understand the words
but the memory of a love
keeps traveling in the mind