Un Buco Nel Cuore
Riccardo Cocciante
A Hole in My Heart
Me without you
Me without you
It's no joke
I find myself like this
With a hole in my heart
No desire to go
And not even to stay
With the smell of the sea
In my nose
And deeper down
In the folds of my soul
That remembers and hurts
God, how bitter the salt was
I find myself like this
Without wings or hands
But still not defeated
Waiting for tomorrow
Something, an event,
A meeting, someone
No, you can't live
Without anyone who
Teases you gently
The bossy mistress
In the mind that sits
Inside the heart and conducts
An orchestra always in celebration
Always in celebration
A party with you
With the lights and the people
Me happy about nothing
The memory hurts
God, how bitter the taste of salt was for me
Me without you
Me without you
It's no joke
And I find myself like this
With a hole in my heart
Without wings or hands
But still not defeated
God, how bitter the salt was
Without you
Me without you
It's no joke
Me without you
God, how bitter the taste of salt was for me
