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If Ever They Told You About Me (Smile)

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If ever
they told you about me,
who knows whether, in the end,
you will find
a smile for me.
 
Even though
for far too long now there has been
silence between us,
I think of you still, you know.
 
Whatever else
they told you about me,
I hope you will recall
what
I was to you.
 
Even though
you suffered as much as me,
I hope you will be able
to smile for me—
if ever.
 
Even though
you suffered as much as me,
I hope you will be able
to smile for me—
if ever.
 

South America

The blue sky, you and I—
and there is nothing else in the world.
Hold me a little, love me a little
I'll take you away with me.
 
You will come to know and love
what I love the most—
and the sun is always out.
Comes enjoy it as well.
 
There are people who are nothing else
than a part of me,
And you will see it, you will understand it—
you have to try it with me.
 
There you will live and laugh.
You won't want to leave ever again.
Melancholy—leave it here—
you won't need it there.
 
So it goes in South America
sweet South America—
South American woman—
South America.
 
Joy is a sort of madness—
it takes hold of you and never fades.
Love there, love stays—
love will laugh at you.
 
The nights there are magic—
I don't know what it is—
but a first kiss is all that it takes—
and you're in love.
 
So it goes in South America
sweet South America—
South American woman—
South America.
 
So it goes in South America
sweet South America—
South American woman—
South America.
 

Song Sung Blue

Song sung blue—
I no longer have a voice.
Song sung blue—
turn off that light.
 
You and I, the world is here—
life is here.
We are in the hands of love.
But there is something in me
that now is dying.
 
Song sung blue—
what is going on with me?
Song sung blue—
look at me and you will see.
 
Me and you, the simple fact is that
we no longer understand one another.
We now have the need for the fantasy
of other blue moons.
 
You and I, the world is here—
life is here.
But when the sun dies
in your eyes—
I just cannot live anymore.
 
Song sung blue—
listen to me, my love,
Song sung blue—
I have to bid you goodbye.
 
Maybe one day in the spring,
we will find each other again.
But for now, it's too late, my love
I have to bid you goodbye.
 
Song sung blue—
it lasts a little longer,
Song sung blue—
I want to bid you goodbye.
 
Maybe one day in the spring,
we will find each other again.
But for now, it's too late, my love ...
 

If I Could, My Love

If I could, my love,
I would give you everything I see—
but I can only give you what I have—
and unfortunately that is not a lot.
 
If you would be my love,
I would like to be a great man—
to be able to love you like a queen—
but unfortunately things are what they are.
 
If you would be my love—
in order not to waste this, your life,
I should leave and tell you goodbye—
but unfortunately I am not that nice.
 

South America

The blue sky, you and I—
there is nothing else in the world.
Hold me a little, love me a little
I'll take you away with me.
 
You will come to know and love
what I love the most—
the sun shines, say yes to it.
It shines for you as well.
 
There are people there who live happily—
that is a part of me,
And you will see it, you will understand it—
you have to try it with me.
 
There you will live and you will augh.
You won't want to leave ever again.
Melancholy—leave it here—
you won't need it there.
 
So it goes in South America
sweet South America—
South American woman—
South America.
 
It is a bit crazy, very innocent people—
it takes hold of you and lasts.
They give you love, they give you heat—
love will guide you.
 
The nights there with their magic—
will take hold and fill you with joy—
a single kiss, a first time—
you're in love.
 
So it goes in South America
sweet South America—
South American woman—
South America.
 
So it goes in South America
sweet South America—
South American woman—
South America.
 

For Whom

Come back soon, my love.
Come back soon to my home.
Do not go out into the world without me—
you would miss out on how you are losing me—
come back soon.
 
I am alone at night—
if I lose myself in my thoughts,
I end up wanting to die—but why?
I wonder what I am worth without you—
and for whom do I live? For whom?
 
For whom—my heart will beat in the dark.
For whom—for whom shall I live?
For whom—smile and laugh again.
For whom—if you are not here?
 
If the love that you gave me
amidst the foliage on that grass—
had stayed in your big blue eyes.
 
Come back soon, my love—
if you are are not there,
whom do I live for? For whom.
 
For whom—smile and laugh again.
For whom—if you are not here?
For whom—my heart will beat in the dark.
For whom—for whom shall I live?
 

Step by Step

Where am I going?
Why? Who am I?
How long have I been running?
What a flight.
 
But I've always put myself first—
I have walked my way—
there is no other way for me—
me alone.
 
Step by step ending here—
and I started from nothing.
How many times have I said 'no'—
always dying a little inside.
 
But I would follow the same course again
with my head held high—
sometimes you just cannot do it any longer:
being strong.
 
And paying the price, whatever that be,
to continue,
step by step, I
am here.
 
A woman's smile—
a full house—a gesture—
it is knowing that one gives for a reason—
a bit of serenity is enough for me.
 
And that is why I never stop it:
my life.
That is why I am losing you now,
my friend.
 
The regret will never leave me—
but I chose to put myself first.
Step by step,
I stay here.
 

I Think of Her and I Am With You

I no longer recall
whether it was springtime or not.
I remember strolling the streets
when all of a sudden there,
 
in front of my eyes,
an angel passed.
Then she smiled at me—
I later found her hair
in my bed.
 
And when I awoke,
I sought to sort out
whether her face was
just a dream, or was it really true?
 
Sorry my love—
but, since that day, I—
I think of her
and I am with you.
 
The winter began for us.
The sun faded—
that woman was no longer here—
she had been erased from my mind.
 
But a letter came—
and my heart stopped—
'I am the woman who, that night, you
took into in your bed.'
 
'You won't believe this, and I do not want you to believe me,
but you have left in me a deep memory—
a memory that will remain with me.
Do what you want, I love you.'
 
Now tell me what—
what should a man do
in such a situation?
I stay with you and think of her.
 
I think of her and I am with you.
 
The winter began for us.
The sun faded—
that woman was no longer here—
she had been erased from my mind.
 
But a letter came—
and my heart stopped—
'I am the woman who, that night, you
took into in your bed.'
 
'You won't believe this, and I do not want you to believe me,
but you have left in me a deep memory—
a memory that will remain with me.
Do what you want, I love you.
Do what you want, I love you.'
 

The Two of Us

And the sun is about to set for us.
The evening has already waned for us.
We are holding hands—
the road seems much longer than ever.
 
And the sky is above us—
and the sky is within us—
and around us, people smile at us.
We talk and, in the meantime, we stroll.
 
Higher than the rest of the world,
further ahead than the passage of time—now
we fly and, without noise,
life already vanishes behind us.
 
And the sky is within us—
and the sky is below us—
we will have more space to be us—
we will know what we will be.
 
The two of us—two out of time—
but the sun is awakening us already.
We are holding hands—
on the street, people smile at us.
 

If I Am Here Tonight

If I am here tonight,
it is because I love you—
it is because you need me
even if you do not know it.
 
If I am here tonight,
it is because I know how to forgive
and I will not throw it away like this—
my love for you.
 
For me to come here—
it was like scaling
the highest mountain in the world.
And now that I am here,
I want to forget
the saddest memories down at the bottom.
 
If I am here tonight,
it is because I know how to forgive—
it is because you need me
even if you do not know it.
 
It is because you need me
even if you do not know it.
 

New World

I know Ribbellandomi—
and knowing, I would leave—
and leaving, I would die—
and dying, I would understand.
 
And understanding. I would come back—
and coming back, I would suffer—
and suffering, I would hate—
and hating, I would know
 
that I have nothing without her—
that I have nothing without her.
It is completely senseless being together with her
but I have nothing without her.
 
How I humiliate myself with her—
but I have nothing without her.
 
New world—my world—
but where are you—where I am?
And what do I have—what will I have?
I have nothing without her.
 
I have nothing without her.
I have nothing without her.
It is completely senseless being together with her
but I have nothing without her.
 
How I humiliate myself with her—
but I have nothing without her.
 
I know how to leave—
and leaving, I would die—
and dying, I would understand
that I have nothing without her
 

Sadness

Sadness,
please go away—
there is so much of you in my house—
no, do not ever enter.
 
There are so many people who have a need to suffer—
and who cry a little every day.
On the contrary, I want to live and sing
and I must tell you—no!
 
Sadness,
please go away—
no, do not be obsessed
with dwelling with me.
 
Now, I am going to paint my room red—
as soon as you are gone, I will do it.
 
And, in your place, I have already invited Hope—
and finally I will live.
 

Bright Eyes

I was just a youngster
but I thought like an adult,
and I always looked ahead.
 
And I studied day and night—
and for the licensing exam,
I completed the first test
 
when I saw two bright eyes
with two bitter tears
that fell onto a white sheet of paper.
 
And, with my test complete,
much like offering a flower,
I put it on her desk.
 
Ah love, love, love—
it burned me.
 
Her eyes took aim at my heart—
it hit me ...
I saw leaves playing with the sun—
I saw trees above me—
and I love her, and I love her, and I love her.
 
A seagull against the wind
files—flies and seems to stand still—
just like my thoughts.
 
I changed inside and out—
but about that feeling—
the past seems like yesterday.
 
Those two bright, bright eyes—
those two bitter tears—
I do not know where to find them anymore.
 
And I don't know if it's for better or for worse—
if it is instinct or if it is courage—
I will continue to look for them.
 
Ah love, love, love—
but what ...
a glance pierces your heart—
but where...
 
I saw leaves playing with the sun—
I saw trees above me—
and I'll call out to you and search for you—
and I love you.
 
Ah love, love, love—
What is it ...
 
Ah love, love, love—
and I love you, and I love you, and I love you ...
 
Ah love, love, love—
What is it ...
 

The Paper Dove

And now that love has ended
every day is a life—
a breath is over without you
but why, but why?
 
But where are you going?
Rush to find the sun,
leaving behind you a man who doesn't know
what and where reality is.
Why?
 
There must be a place
where the woe lasts for only an instant—
where a sunset lasts for a year,
and a love lasts forever.
 
I think that there is
a place where you can
stop time—stop the world—
as it pleases you—where you can meet
 
someone who smiles like you, who is sweet like you,
who loves like you—
I am sure that I will meet you—
I will meet you—I will meet you
 
in the blue silence of the sky.
White and fragile fly the paper doves—
our reason rises higher than all of them
and steals the last spark of the sun—
then—then there is nothing more.
 

I Understood That I Love You

I understood that I love you
when I saw that all it took was
your hesitation
to banish from me
my indifference—
out of fear that you will not come back.
 
I understood that I love you
when I saw that all it took was
one sentence from you
to make an evening
like any other
begin to light up as if by magic.
 
And to think that only a short time ago,
while talking to someone,
I found myself saying that now
I would never ever again
believe in love—
never again delude myself and dream.
 
And it's then that
I understood that I love you,
and that it was already too late to go back.
For a bit, I searched in myself
for indifference—
then I let myself fall in love.
 
For a bit, I searched in myself for indifference—
then I let myself fall in love.
 

The Artist

We lived each day—
in those days, that was enough for us—
love.
 
We ate little or nothing
in my attic full of dreams.
You shared with me
the wish for success
that I have inside.
 
I recited my life
and I sought out my path
through the world.
 
I used to read to you my poetry
that I only wrote to you in the evening.
I gathered up fantasies
that I unveiled only to you, love.
 
Where are you? What are you doing?
You are lost—now
what do you make of your feelings?
Wandering, you will not find
the right road
to come back here again.
 
Today I have much more than back then.
My life is not only expectation—
now I live in a house so grand
that I lose my way in it.
 
And I no longer write poetry—
you no longer listen to it, in the evening—
I no longer have fantasies
because here you are not here, love.
 
Where are you? What are you doing?
You are lost—now
what do you make of your feelings?
Wandering, you will not find
the right road
to come back here again.
 
Na, na, na, na, na ..
 

This Love So Great

No, this evening,
I know it already—
this ends here, right here where
you said yes.
 
This evening—but you—
this evening, no—
do not tell me more, no—
Say nothing and search in me
for the desire to feel like myself.
 
This love so great
that gives me
emotions that
I have never experienced.
 
If I missed you this evening,
I might die—
it would be absurd not to live, I know—
to think of nothing, without you.
 
And it was always good with you—
if you go away now— I think that
I will end up going crazy.
 
This love so great
that gives me emotions that
I have never experienced.
 
If I missed you this evening,
I might die—
in this futile life,
you are the only certainty—
That is what is in me.
 

The Last Dreamer

A river without a bed—
a field without flowers—
a face without a name.
 
A day without sun—
a sky without stars—
the world without love.
 
The hot wind of summer—
friend of many years ago—
sunrises with a ruby sun.
 
Beautiful days of serenity—
on the roofs, songbirds,
to embroider melodies.
 
But time
has erased everything—
unfortunately that is so today.
 
But I am convinced
it cannot end everything—
it cannot end badly.
 
They will return—
the beautiful springtimes—
and love will be victorious.
 
The hot wind of summer—
friend of many years ago—
I recall how it was yesterday—
I burst with happiness.
 
The long rivers run to the seashore—
the nostalgia of the first 'no'—
I will be a deluded dreamer
but one day everything will change.
 
The long rivers run to the seashore—
the nostalgia of the first 'no'—
I will be a deluded dreamer
but one day everything will change.
 

The Length of a Kiss

Wait—
stay one more minute—
the length of a kiss—
what do you want it to be?
It seems unreal
that you, in a little while—
you will leave.
 
From this room
that has known
everything of us—
and then you will be
just a memory—
Why?
 
On your face, in the evening,
sadness kindles—
you cannot stop time—
my heart, yes.
 
My love, I want to
remember you—
that smile of yours.
My love, see,
I am not sad,
I smile also—
but why do you go?
Why'?
 
Into the fog, disappears
a train and your kiss—
and there are those who say
leaving is a bit like dying.
 
But you are the one who leaves
and I am the one dying.
 

The Ultimate Romantic

The ultimate: I am the ultimate romantic—
the one who can bring you flowers,
and know what you feel, just from the look on your face,
or the tremor of your hand—to know if you love me.
 
The ultimate: the ultimate romantic in the world
who can be moved upon seeing two doves
making love on a piazza, ignoring the people
who almost trample them in haste while rushing by.
 
Why, if a rose is a rose
no matter where in the world, must I change?
Why, if the sea and the sky,
the sun and the wind never change?
 
Why, if love has been love
since the beginning of time, must I change?
Why, since there are already so many things
that change--but love does not?
 
The ultimate: the ultimate romantic in the world
who can be moved upon seeing two young people
kissing in the piazza, ignoring other people—
just as we are doing now—just as the two of us are doing now.
 
Why, if a rose is a rose
no matter where in the world, must I change?
Why, if the sea and the sky,
the sun and the wind never change?
 
Why, if love has been love
since the beginning of time, must I change?
Why, since there are already so many things
that change--but love does not?
 
La la la la la la la...
 

I Fell in Love with You

I fell in love with you
because I had nothing better to do.
By day, I wanted to meet someone.
At night, I wanted something to dream about.
 
I fell in love with you
because I could no longer remain alone.
By day, I wanted to talk about my dreams.
At night, I wanted to talk of love.
 
And now that I have a thousand things to do,
I feel my dreams fade away—
and I no longer think
of anything else but you.
 
I fell in love with you
and now I just do not know what to do.
By day, I regret having been with you.
At night, I come searching for you.
 
I fell in love with you
and now I just do not know what to do.
By day, I regret having been with you.
At night, I come searching for you.
 

Without You (Save Me)

Without you, I think I might die.
The sun looks dead now—
life is a sort of game that,
without you, I might not play.
 
Without you, I think I might die.
I would be a lonely man who goes
far afield and then
I would lose my way.
 
I would—
I would like to scream at you—
the door is open—go ahead, go away
I am not afraid of losing you
and I do not want to see you anymore
 
But—
without you, I believe that I might not live—
I might not live more than another day, as only you know—
like a butterfly that
will not live to see the sun twice.
 
But, without you, I think I might die—
I would be a lonely man.
 

My Friends

Versions: #2
My friends! My friends!
 
Tonight I am not coming,
do not wait for me—
tonight, my friends,
I am going to her.
 
Tonight I tell you—
if she wants to come back to me—
in the event that she is there—
I can no longer resist.
 
We all need someone
close to us in order to live—
and me,
I live for her.
 
And if I come back
and I want to cry,
please, my friends,
stay quiet.
 
Gather around me
and smile me because
a man, no, he cannot
cry for love.
 
And I—I live for her!
 
And if I come back
and I want to cry,
please, my friends,
stay quiet.
 
Gather around me
and smile me because
a man, no, he cannot
cry for love.
 
Crying for love.
 
No, no, no, no, no, no, he cannot,
no, he cannot cry for love.
No, no, no, no, no, no, he cannot,
cry for love.
 
Cry for love!
 

How Difficult It Is

How difficult it is,
my darling,
how difficult it is,
to love you.
 
Given this desire that I have
to go away—
to travel
the world.
 
Given this desire that I have
to go away—
to travel
the world.
 
How difficult it is,
my darling,
how difficult it is,
to see the end.
 
Of all of my dreams
in a glass of water—
without ever
having seen the sea.
 
Of all of my dreams
in a glass of water—
without ever
having seen the sea.
 
How difficult it is,
my darling,
how difficult it is,
to love you.
 
Wanting you as much
as I want you—
so that I cannot live
without you.
 
Wanting you as much
as I want you—
so that I cannot live
without you.
 

And If I Were

And if I were only a normal man,
I would take this love as if it were an adventure—
and I would neither want to leave so badly,
nor crave so much to return, nor wish so much to die.
 
And I will come back, I will come back
or I will die, without you.
 
And if I were only a normal man,
I would take this love as if it were an adventure—
and I would neither want to leave so badly,
nor crave so much to return, nor wish so much to die.
 
And I will come back, I will come back
or I will die, without you.
 
Na na na na ....
 

It Was Spring

To you,
who on that day
spoke to me of love,
tonight I will sing
the sweetest love song.
 
It was spring.
The roses were in bloom—
you spoke to me of so many things—
then love, then love, love.
 
The memory of those hours, you know,
makes my heart burst.
There, in the park,
the two of us all alone and so much in love.
 
To you,
who, from that day,
I carry inside my heart—
I sing and say: 'Love—
I love you, I love you, I love you.'
 
The memory of those hours, you know,
makes my heart burst.
There, in the park,
the two of us all alone and so much in love.
 
To you,
who, from that day,
I carry inside my heart—
I sing and say: 'Love—
I love you, I love you, I love you.'
 

I Who Love Only You

There are people who have had a thousand things—
all of the good, all of the evil in the world.
I have had only you—
and I will not lose you,
I will not leave you
to search out new adventures.
 
There are people who love a thousand things—
and get lost in the streets of the world.
I who love only you—
I will stop myself
and I will give you
all that remains
of my youth.
 
There are people who have had a thousand things—
all of the good, all of the evil in the world.
I have had only you—
and I will not lose you,
I will not leave you
to search for new illusions.
 
There are people who love a thousand things—
and get lost in the streets of the world.
I who love only you—
I will stop myself
and I will give you
all that remains
of my youth.
 
Of my youth—
of my youth—
of my youth.
 

It Was Spring

To you, who on that day
spoke to me of love,
tonight I will sing
the sweetest love song.
 
It was spring.
The roses were in bloom—
you spoke to me of so many things—
and then so much love, love.
 
The memory of those hours
makes my heart burst.
And, in the park, the two of us all alone
and so much in love.
 
To you, who, from that day,
I carry inside my heart—
I sing and say: 'Love—
I love you, I love you,
I love you.'
 
The memory of those hours
makes my heart burst.
And, in the park, the two of us all alone
and so much in love.
 
To you, who, from that day,
I carry inside my heart—
I sing and say: 'Love—
I love you, I love you,
I love you.'
 

It's Evening

It's evening.
If the windows are closing
a few at a time—
if people stroll and then turn
at every street corner in a hurry—
then that means—that means it's evening.
 
It's evening.
You raise your eyes to see a thousand windows,
each with a light on—
a car goes fast
and already, its roar sounds far away—
so that means—that means it's evening.
 
It's evening.
When no one thinks of anything other
than rushing home—
when a beggar leaves his post
in front of a church—
then that means—that means it's evening.
 
It's evening.
 
So that means—that means it's evening.
 
It's evening.
When you feel the need to have
someone close—
You shout the name out loud
but no one answers back—
Then you can say—you can say
that it's evening ... it's evening.
 

As I Love You

When the sun
rises over the sea
and shines down on us—
and I hold you in my arms
as I love you, as I love you.
 
You are here with me, I feel your breathing
in rhythm with mine
and I think I am dreaming
as I love you, as I love you.
 
You know I will live here with you—
you know I will live here with you—
and every day,
we will gaze toward the sea
and love one another.
 
This is what you wanted—
no one else around us—
and I feel happy—
and you are beautiful
beyond any other.
 
Your face
that I see here before me
speaks to me and smiles at me—
and shines like the sun
as I love you, as I love you.
 
You know I will live here with you—
you know I will live here with you—
and every day,
we will gaze toward the sea
and love one another.
 
You know I will live here with you—
and every day,
we will gaze toward the sea
and love one another.
 

40 and 20

Lies are always lies—
things that people invent—
to say that our love is forbidden—
I am 40 and you are 20.
 
That I am autumn in your life—
and you are sweet spring—
they do not know that I still have a summer,
that when I look at you, it burns you.
 
40 and 20.
40 and 20.
Love is what matters
and not what people say.
 
40 and 20.
40 and 20.
Take my hand,
stroll with me,
looking straight ahead.
 
It matters not that they do not understand me—
what does it matter if they gossip
that there is a huge difference—
I am 40 and you are 20.
 
That I have lived so much
and that you have so much innocence—
they do not know that our secret
is your youth and my experience.
 
40 and 20.
40 and 20.
Love is what matters
and not what people say.
 
40 and 20.
40 and 20.
Take my hand,
stroll with me,
looking straight ahead.
 
40 and 20.
40 and 20.
Love is what matters
and not what people say.
 
40 and 20.
40 and 20.
Take my hand,
stroll with me,
looking straight ahead.
 

Angela

Angela, Angela, my angel—
I did not believe that this evening
it would have really been our goodbye.
Angela, believe me, I did not want that.
 
Angela, Angela, my angel—
when I told you, I want to leave,
I just wanted to see you cry—
because I like to make you suffer.
 
I wanted to make you cry—
to see your tears—
to know that your heart
is in my hands.
 
Angela, Angela, my angel—
but tonight, instead of crying,
you look at my face in a strange manner—
as if I were now far away.
 
I beg you, Angela, no, do not leave—
you cannot leave me here all alone—
it is just not possible that suddenly
I can lose you—I can lose everything.
 
Angela, Angela, my angel—
I did not believe that this evening
it would have really been our goodbye.
Angela, believe me, I did not want that.
 
Angela, Angela, do not leave
I beg you, Angela, do not leave me.