Mani Bucate

You couldn't
hold onto anything,
not even a sincere smile,
and you had the world,
the whole world,
in your hands.
You lost everything,
even love,
thrown away
from your hands,
empty hands.

You couldn't
hold onto anything,
not even a sincere friend.
You had so much
and always gave
everything to no one.
You lost everything,
even my heart,
thrown away
from your hands,
empty hands.

Now you know
no one goes back
and I am not myself anymore.
It's useless to think of me.

Now you cry,
now you ask
for a bit of sincere love.
A bit of love
for your heart
lonely and sick.
There's no one
who gives you a flower,
nor a hand
for your hands,
empty hands.

There's no one
who gives you a flower,
nor a hand
for your hands,
empty hands.

There's no one
who gives you a flower,
nor a hand
for your hands,
empty hands.