Canzone appassionata

I planted a little tree,
struggling to grow it with sweat and tears...
A gust of wind has already broken it,
and all the leaves are changing color...
The fruits have already fallen: and all of them,
they were sweet, but now they've turned bitter...
But my heart says: "Hey young lover,
the bitter things, hold them even closer..."
And bitter as it is, I love you!
I love you and you make me die...

It was like a lovesick canary,
this heart that sang morning and night...
"Wake up!" - I say - but you won’t stay awake...
and now, it doesn’t even sing in spring!...
Those I love don’t make me happy:
maybe it’s destined and written in the sky.
But I think an old saying goes:
"You can’t command the heart." And I stay quiet!...
And I stay quiet, yeah... I love you...
I love you and you make me die...

I cry for love, and my tears fall
inside this head: the tears are piling up...
I pick a beautiful rose and, for the thrill,
I give it to the one who made me cry.
I say to her: "My rose, forgive me
if you walk away without a conscience..."
There’s a saying that gives me reason:
"Do good and forget, and if you do wrong, think..."
Think about it well, yeah... I love you...
I love you and you make me die...