Donna Amante Mia
Umberto Tozzi
My Beloved Woman
How well our love grows,
I don't want to abandon it,
this shy sprout,
velvet skin I won't wake you up,
with the cold of frost,
you would think of a goodbye.
I'm just going to get the clothes
and kill the past, now you're here.
My beloved woman, poetry woman,
scared squirrel I warmed you up,
and in the morning you were a woman;
if I lost you, defeated I would leave,
it would be too much and maybe you are,
a woman still a little, I will come back.
It's difficult to explain
a woman her part,
when you want to leave her,
she touches my body and dies inside,
how sad it is to make love if it's not with you.
My beloved woman, farewell woman,
scared squirrel what will you do,
and who will notice that you are a woman;
I will look for you sweet beloved woman,
but I know you, you will say no,
and here on your doorstep I will die.
I will look for you sweet beloved woman,
but I know you, you will say no,
and here on your doorstep I will die.
