Mi Manchi Tu

I miss the time I wanted to have, I miss the light I should have followed, I miss the pens to write with, the fears I wanted to destroy, the words I wanted to learn, the guitar I should have tuned, but most of all I miss you.
I miss the kitchen furniture, the broken cellar door, I miss the flower on the window that danced with a little wind and the expression I had to put on to not make you worry, but most of all I miss you.
If I could be by your side until the last breath, look ahead without ever losing track and reset myself.
Sacrificing for something that tastes like tomorrow, it doesn't matter if you're not the same as before to start over.
I miss the alarm at seven-thirty, the homework in class, eating quickly, I miss the neighbor's big classroom, playing soccer in the barracks, I miss the end of a joke and the thrill of a cigarette, but most of all I miss you.
I miss the wind, I miss the sea, the wet sand that needs to dry, I miss the look of those who don't yet know what love means, the diary where I wrote everything, I miss everything, but most of all I miss you.
If I could be by your side until the last breath, look ahead without ever losing track and reset myself.
Sacrificing for something that tastes like tomorrow, it doesn't matter if you're not the same as before to start over.
Sacrificing for something that tastes like tomorrow, it doesn't matter if you're not the same as before to start over.