Perdona, Perdona

When my friend from across the street smiled at me
you asked me sideways: '... do you like her?'
I replied: '... it's nothing special'
but I blushed

When my friend from across the street approached me
at the kiosk, you asked me: '... what does she want?'
'... what does who want?', I told you
and lying made me blush

Sorry, sorry
these things happen
times of great loneliness
days of nothing

Sorry, sorry
these things happen
and they wouldn't happen
if I mattered to you

When my friend from across the street, upon seeing you
turned her face away, you said: '... what's wrong with her?'
'... maybe you look pretty...', I said
but I blushed

When the next night I couldn't love you
fully, you asked me: '... what's wrong?'
'Are you overwhelmed with work?'
I stayed silent and blushed

Sorry, sorry
these things happen
times of great loneliness
days of nothing

Sorry, sorry
these things happen
and they wouldn't happen
if I mattered to you

When my friend from across the street told you everything
one day, you asked me: '... do you love her?'
I replied: '... she's younger...'
I stayed silent and lowered my eyes...