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I Love You

You have just told me goodbye, sadness is in your eyes.
I can hardly believe it—it's over.
After so much love transpired, we are both wounded.
Goodbye, beautiful story—it's over.
I love you.
 
Tomorrow, my heart broken—tomorrow, all alone will I go.
I will go far away to hide, my life shredded,
where I can endlessly cry out—cry out:
I love you—I love you—I love you.
 
A rival stole my love and my cries are worth nothing.
In the wind it already dies—it's over.
I would nonetheless like that one day you remember my love—
an unfortunate love that bleeds forever.
I love you—I love you—I love you.
I love you.
 

I No Longer Know

I no longer know what just happened between us.
I no longer know why I became so afraid so suddenly.
 
Yet here I am in your arms—yet here you are close to me.
But when you go to kiss me, I sense that all has changed.
 
So I no longer know if our love slowly will die.
I no longer know—now I no longer know what to do.
 
Once you promised to love me for a lifetime.
But I fear today that you did not understand that.
 
How much—me, can I love you? How much do I want to keep you?
And to have you all to myself, you see that I would do anything.
 
So I no longer know what just happened between us.
I no longer know why I became so afraid so suddenly.
 
Yet here I am in your arms—yet here you still are.
But when you go to kiss me, I sense that all has changed.
 
Tell me that you still love me.
Say it because I no longer know.
Tell me that you still love me.
Say it because I no longer know.
Tell me that you still love me.
Say it because I no longer know....
 

I Love You, That Means Love Me

You cannot always give without receiving from time to time.
And talking to someone deaf in the long run is tiring.
I warm you up but I am cold.
I love you—that means love me.
 
So that I make myself beautiful for you, you throw me a bone in passing.
You want my fidelity—you are an absent lover.
You forget me thirty days a month.
I love you—that means love me.
 
Once upon a time in your grand chateau, I would have waited patiently
for the soldier to come lie down—you've fooled yourself for 500 years.
If you want a fight, come to my door.
I love you—that means love me.
 
I am not a pure soul, I did not pronounce my vows.
I have the hot blood of my country—I expect to love you when I want it.
I will not repeat this to you.
I love you—that means love me.
 
A smile in the shape of hope—a word that speaks to both of us.
A tender gesture of goodbye—a glance into the depths of my eyes.
That is what I expect from you.
I love you—that means love me.
That is what I expect from you.
I love you—that means love me.
 

I Love You

Like a day that will come, a grief that will end,
a door that will open, a star that shines.
Like a couple who will unite, a tear that will die,
a child who will grow up, I love only him.
 
I love the brilliant sunshine that breaks out in the sky when he smiles.
I love the fullness of love, the life that courses around him.
I love the immense earth, the night that dances when he is here.
I even like my longing for him to return when he goes away.
 
~~~~~
 
My life is written on his face and time no longer matters.
I love the brilliant sunshine that breaks out in the sky when he smiles.
I love the fullness of love, the life that courses around him.
 
Like a day that will come, a grief that will end,
a door that will open, I love only him.
 

I Have Your Hand

We are lounging on the summer grass.
It grows late, you can hear lovers and birds singing.
You hear the whisper of the country wind.
You hear the mountain sing.
 
I have your hand in my hand, I touch your fingers.
I have my eyes on your eyes and everywhere you see
only that night, beautiful night, only the wonderful sky
that seems to blossom in turn tender and mysterious.
Come closer, closer, my love, your heart against my heart,
and tell me that there is no more charming happiness
that these eyes in the sky, than the sky in your eyes,
than your hand touching my hand
 
I do not know you—you know nothing of me.
We are only two vagabonds—a girl of the woods, a bad boy.
My dress is torn. I no longer have a home.
I have nothing but this beautiful season.
 
I have your hand in my hand, I touch your fingers.
I have my eyes on your eyes and everywhere you see
only that night, beautiful night, only the wonderful sky
that seems to blossom in turn tender and mysterious.
Come closer, closer, my love, your heart against my heart,
and tell me that there is no more charming happiness.
We forget the adventure and the road and tomorrow.
But what does it matter since I have your hand?
But what does it matter since I have your hand?
But what does it matter since I have your hand?
 

I Would Have Danced

(I would have liked,
I would have liked,
I would have liked to dance.)
 
I would have liked to dance,
I would have liked to spin,
until the end of time.
All giddy with joy,
all enthralled with you,
to the rhythm of love.
 
All night long,
or perhaps for all of life,
at least for the time to get to know one another.
 
If I had known, I would have
understood as a confession
everything that you said to me
with your eyes.
 
~~~~~
 
But ever since then
I still dance in my dreams
with your name on my lips.
 
I miss you,
your memory surrounds me,
because it was you,
yes you,
love.
 

Everyone Has a Love Song

It suffices on piano that, with one finger, I play this tune,
or that a violin plays it at the back of a courtyard.
And so I seem to hear an entire orchestra playing for me
because everyone has a love song.
 
The trees of winter are covered with flowers,
the sky turns blue as if the birds had returned.
And I imagine seeing us again dancing together, laughing together,
while listening to our love song.
 
And yet I really know that all between us ended a long time ago.
Sometimes the happiness of a lifetime lasts only one springtime.
 
If this melody makes the hearts of other lovers beat faster,
for its sake, I pray to heaven that they stay in love forever.
But do not feel bad for me if, when I hear it, I have tears in my eyes,
because everyone has a love song.
 

Will Love You Always

Fear nothing, I will return because I will love you always.
Will love you always—you really are my only love.
Today, I am far away but I will return one day.
Will return one day because I am so good next to you.
 
Yes I know soon that on the ocean, I will go forward every day.
If times and people have changed day after day,
my heart is no longer heavy, I am sure of my feelings.
 
Fear nothing, I will return because I will love you always.
Will love you always—you really are my only love.
And nothing more, nothing ever starting with my return—
yes, with my return—will be able to break our bond.
 
Because you cry, I know, and for such a long time,
knowing that you alone wait for me.
 
Do not be afraid, I'll come back because I'll always love you.
You will always love me—in my life I have only one love.
 
Fear nothing, I will return because I will love you always.
Will love you always—you really are my only love.
Today, I am far away but I will return one day.
Will return one day because I am so good next to you.
 
Yes I know soon that on the ocean, I will go forward every day.
 
Fear nothing, I will return because I will love you always.
Will love you always—in my life, I have only one love.
 

I Could Never Forget You

Yes, I will wait for you my entire life.
You, my only love on this earth.
 
I could never, ever forget you
from the day when you broke my heart.
Despite the passage of time, for me nothing has changed.
I could never, ever forget you.
 
Deep down, all hope is not dead.
I believe always that you will have regrets.
I know very well that tonight I will wait,
and that tomorrow I will wait for you again.
 
Yes, I will wait for you my entire life.
You, my only love on this earth.
 
Deep down, all hope is not dead.
I believe always that you will have regrets.
I know very well that tonight I will wait,
and that tomorrow, I will wait for you again.
 
I could never, ever forget you.
My heart never wanted to renounce you.
I think that one day, everything can start over again.
I could never, ever forget you.
 
Oh, yes, I will wait for you my entire life.
You, my only love on this earth.
Yes, all my life I will wait only for you.
 

I Rest

Just as the veils of a star
now extinguish the springtime of morning.
Just as the canvas of a sail
is now only the wind that dies.
 
I rest from my sorrow.
My heart reposes on satin.
 
Like a mother who tries—
that the child, that the turn do not forget—
that the sadness is the same
to learn that he will not return.
 
I no longer need to repeat
that I really liked to regret it.
 
~~~~~
 
I rest from my sorrow.
My heart reposes on satin.
 

I Believe My Heart

Your heart and my heart are not the same.
Your heart says 'I'm afraid'—my heart says 'I love you.'
You, you hesitate, and I—I believe my heart.
 
I know where I'm going when I look at you.
It is foolish what I have in terms of long-winded ideas.
But you resist and I—I believe my heart.
 
My heart beats faster—my heart is right.
Into my arms, I invite you—come.
 
Only to love you—me, I live a dream.
But you, it seems that you have been trapped.
What should be done? That you believe my heart.
 
My heart beats faster—my heart is right.
Because already you, you change—Aaaahhhh!
 
You believe in my heart and, faced with happiness,
your heart says 'I love you'—my heart says 'I sing.'
Love leads us—love invents us.
And I hear beating in the springtime of our twenties,
your heart with my heart.
 

It Takes Time

It takes time to forget the faces from the past.
It takes time to arrive at the end of the voyage.
It takes time to stop the onslaught of images.
It takes time to debark for other beautiful shores.
 
Time has lifted me out of your life
like sand running through my fingers.
The wind has erased my footprints.
Now the sky turns gray
as the days grow shorter
as soon as I think of my loves.
How stupid one can seem,
as immobile as a poet
in front of a blank page—
completely blank.
 
It takes time to hope to fall in love again.
It takes time to get used to being happy again.
It takes time to no longer see your smile each night.
It takes time to no longer believe that I can die from it.
 
Like a flower pressed into a bible,
my life fades but remains beautiful.
I hear other voices calling out to me.
I still have loves to live
because I still have many tears left
to confront more misery.
With the day that will soon dawn,
I feel it ascend like well-being,
as if it were a beautiful Sunday—
a beautiful Sunday.
 
It takes time to forget to cry over yourself.
It takes time to get used to saying again I love you—
I love you—
I love you.
 

Woman

Woman—like you, I am a woman.
At little nothings, my heart ignites.
When I am in love, I become a happy woman.
Ready for all of the madness—to leave it all in the middle of the night
and to pursue my opportunities at any cost.
 
Woman—like you, I am a woman.
Melody or melodrama,
sometimes wilful but often a fragile woman.
If sometimes my heart gets bored in his familiar arms,
then it is simply that I am his woman.
 
~~~~~
 
With him, I am a woman, a woman.
 
~~~~~
 
Woman—like you, I am a woman.
At the smallest thing, my heart ignites.
When I am in love, I become a happy woman.
If sometimes my heart gets bored in his familiar arms,
then it is simply that I am his woman.
 
Woman—like you, I am a woman.
The same joy and the same tears
pretend to go away in order to hold onto him—
and never mind if it hurts—all that does not matter.
I become romantic and a woman, his woman to him.
 

Them

There is so much joy in their slightest smile.
To watch them live—me, I do not fear for
 
them—in their pure madness, it is their rudeness that speaks for them.
Them—in their naiveté, they have the impudence of people too happy.
Them—to watch them live is to open a book with a sad ending.
Them—it is a myth that he would sacrifice his life for them.
 
Looking at them lost in such a grand love,
my heavy heart cries a sad adieu.
My thoughts stray with a single glance
because this love I knew it as
 
them—in their pure madness, they silently impose on me a faded dream.
Them—in their naiveté, they revive the dance of a buried happiness.
Them—to watch them live for me relives my wilder days.
Them—to take back the myth that offered me a happiness too grand.
 
Looking at them lost in such a grand love,
my heavy heart cries a sad adieu.
My thoughts stray with a single glance
because this love I knew it as
 
them.
 

Between the Lines, Between the Words

Tonight the sea is calm, we can see the islands.
The children know their lessons.
I learned songs for the tourists:
your dog is dead, your sister has a boy.
 
For us, I have no complaints:
we eat very well—we want for nothing.
We eat very well—we want for nothing.
 
I have so many things to tell you that I cannot find the words.
You must read between the lines, between the words.
 
Sunday we danced—it was the celebration
but I'm not invited
because I wait for open house:
my day of celebration when you will come back to me.
 
For us, I have no complaints:
we eat very well—we want for nothing.
We eat very well—we want for nothing.
 
I have so many things to tell you that I cannot find the words.
You must read between the lines, between the words.
 

Dedicated to You

To all the rakes of the earth and to the lost souls like me,
the one I would like to please,
to those who do not love me, I dedicate this—
to washed-up playboys,
to Rosa, Rosine, and to me as well.
 
To he who sees himself in a mirror and in the end no longer sees himself.
To he who does not have mirror and that ends up the same—
he no longer sees himself either.
To all the lonely souls, to all the most miserable ones,
and to lost love.
 
To those who have searched for the answer and who have not found it.
To the mouth I had yesterday.
Dedicated to those who have suffered and have not cried out,
to all prisoners,
to those who have regained their freedom.
 
To the one who wanted my lips and then no longer wanted them.
Dedicated to those who understand
that you have to leave the stage when you have lost—
to Italy, to nostalgia,
and to me as well.
 
But this unimportant song could not end this way,
like a little dance tune, a simple romance—
without dedicating it
to the dead loves that oblivion carries away and to me as well—
to the dead loves that oblivion carries away and to me as well.
 

Enter Without Knocking

If you knew him in the past.
If you just now figured it out.
If you know where he is right now,
enter without knocking at my door.
You are here before anyone else.
Enter without knocking at my door
if you are here to talk to me about him.
 
If you have ever been in love.
If you could not live after
murmuring the first name of the one not here,
enter without knocking at my door.
You are here before anyone else.
Enter without knocking at my door.
We will try to forget him together.
 
If you remember
a love that started up again.
If you know how to manage it,
enter without knocking at my door.
You are here before anyone else.
Enter without knocking at my door.
and give me the secret of life.
 
But if your heart is so big
that it can pursue all my torments.
If you come to give me love again,
enter without knocking at my door.
You are here before anyone else.
Enter without knocking at my door.
I've been waiting for you since
always, always, forever.
 

And Love, Love

A candlestick on the corner of a table,
a wood fire, two shadows, and the wind.
A man, a woman happy to be together
listening to Mozart playing softly.
 
And love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
And love, love, love.
Love, love.
 
With words, with regrets, with gestures,
we talk about time and about life.
And after cigarettes upon cigarettes,
the fire flickers out during a last whiskey.
 
And love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
And love, love, love.
Love, love.
 
Away from the crowd and the noise on the display of one night,
you recount you life—we go all the way.
We go until the end of a good memory.
You repeat that to yourself before falling asleep.
 
The next day when the alarm goes off,
each of us finds the words to lie.
We write down an address and a phone number.
We part with a smile.
 
And love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
And love, love, love.
Love, love.
 
A candlestick on the corner of a table,
a wood fire, two shadows, and the wind.
A man, a woman happy to be together
listening to Mozart playing softly.
 
And love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
And love, love, love.
Love, love, love, love.
And love, love, love.
Love, love.
Love, love.
Love, love.
 

Two Doves

Like doves beckoned by desire,
and who soar high with their wings,
and spread them out towards the sweet nest
through the air, carried by volition,
as the poet wrote in his Divine Comedy.
 
Like doves, beckoned by desire,
with soaring and steady wings to the sweet nest
fly through the air, carried by their volition—
like doves, beckoned by desire.
 
So our souls, perhaps one day
will soar out two by two towards infinity
through space and time, divinely united,
as they never before were on earth.
 
Like doves, beckoned by desire,
with soaring and steady wings to the sweet nest
fly through the air, carried by their volition—
like doves, beckoned by desire.
 

With a Fistful of Earth

With a fistful of earth, He created the world.
And when He created the earth, while making his rounds,
the Lord judging that, in short, he lacked the minimum,
He created woman and love and He gave them to men.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, this is true.
 
With a fistful of earth, He created lips,
and your two arms when they clasp me to keep me warm.
And I think at every moment that the one that I love so much,
the Lord made him with only with a fistful of earth.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, this is true.
 
Walking fast, going from here to there,
He gathered up dirt, then rolled up his sleeves,
and with His hands He fashioned the divine sweet and good one—
the one everyone names the eternal woman and love
that He gave to men.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, this is true.
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yes, this is true.
 

Calypso Italiano

Calypso ay! Calypso ay! Calypso italiano!
Calypso si! Calypso si! Calypso siciliano!
 
Do you know that a little wind of madness
blew throughout all of Italy?
In the streets, people dance wildly
to tunes that came from the West Indies.
 
Calypso ay! Calypso ay! Calypso italiano!
Calypso si! Calypso there! Calypso siciliano!
 
Mothers doing laundry
wear vividly colored scarves,
calling out in a placid tone:
'My doudou! My bird of the islands!'
 
Calypso ay! Calypso ay! Calypso italiano!
Calypso si! Calypso there! Calypso siciliano!
 
The suitor who wants to please his piccina
no longer comes to play for her on the mandolin.
She prefers to barcarolles
the beats of Creole songs.
 
Calypso ay! Calypso ay! Calypso italiano!
Calypso si! Calypso si! Calypso siciliano!
 
But one day this little wind of madness
will blow far away from Italy
carrying to distant islands
a thousand serenades from Neapolitan women.
 
Calypso ay! Calypso ay! Calypso italiano!
Calypso si! Calypso oh! Si-ci-li-a-no!
 

Turn Down the Radio

(Please turn down the radio.)
No, no, it is only 5 o'clock in the morning, but you awaken me.
(Please turn down the radio.)
Otherwise, the neighbors will soon tell you the same.
(Please turn down the radio.)
I was dreaming—at last I was sleeping peacefully.
It could not last—you proved to me that you do not change.
 
7 o'clock in the morning and more, I told you already.
(Please turn down the radio.)
We are in the car but you turn it back on.
(Please turn down the radio.)
Will it end soon?
Will it never end?
Answer me instead of whistling along—rather than singing the latest hits.
 
Just so you do not forget, yes, I love Adamo,
and Mireille Mathieu with her principles.
I like Halliday and the others too.
Yes, but I would also like to sleep well at night.
 
Just so you do not forget, yes I love Hugues Aufray.
I like Antoine with his 'oh yé'—
his floral shirts, his harmonica,
and his long hair à la Dalida.
 
We are going on a picnic but never without a radio.
(Please turn down the radio.)
We're going in swimming together—I will sing to you again.
(Please turn down the radio.)
Will it end soon?
Will it never end?
Answer me instead of whistling along—rather than singing the latest hits.
 
As much as you, I love Christophe, I love Claude François,
Hervé Villard, and also Sheila.
I love the Beatles and tutti quanti.
Yes, but I would also like to sleep well at night.
Please turn down the radio.
 
(Please turn down the radio.)
(Please turn down the radio.)
(Please turn down the radio.)
(Please turn down the radio.)
 

Before Knowing You

Before knowing you,
I fell in love.
Before knowing you,
his arms were my sweet chains,
and his gaze captivated me,
and my body close to his
was the slave of his hands.
 
Before knowing you,
I fell in love.
Before knowing you,
I was enchained by his arms,
taken captive next to him.
I was at the service of his rules,
always submissive to my desire.
Our love was my prison
before knowing you—
before knowing you.
 
But the day has come—
the day when destiny
united our paths.
 
Through you, I awaken in love,
I grow greater in love,
I am free in love.
You delivered me by love—
a love that gives instead of taking.
Your arms without my support—
your gaze, my light.
 
And my body by your grace becomes,
next to you, imperceptible to life.
Through you, I grow greater in love.
Through you, I awaken in love.
My happiness will be a new world
and I discover another love—
immense—infinite—eternal—
bigger than you and me
and that leads me to God.
 

Anima mia

Anima mia: hard-hearted girl—we loved you.
We did not always understand you.
Anima mia: return to the village.
Nothing has changed at your house including your bed.
 
Barefoot like the child who comes from far away,
she leaves behind her twenty years for almost nothing.
Like those old suns that flee rain,
her heart seeks an asylum—a paradise.
 
Much like those melodies that some call crazy—
those that lack nothing but lyrics—
like a shadow she followed that stranger.
What does she have to lose—one more summer?
 
Her body exhausted from too many caresses,
and in her eyes the fear of tomorrow,
she is one of those who, for lack of tenderness,
does not shake her head to say no.
 
Anima mia: hard-hearted girl—we loved you.
We did not always understand you.
Anima mia: return to the village.
Nothing has changed at your house including your bed.
 
She knows well that, behind the closed shutters,
are those who have never known how to love her.
This man you follow is your last chance
because, after him, say goodbye to your childhood.
 
Anima mia: hard-hearted girl—we loved you.
We did not always understand you.
Anima mia: return to the village.
Nothing has changed at your house including your bed.
 
Anima mia: hard-hearted girl—we loved you.
We did not always understand you.
Anima mia: return to the village.
Nothing has changed at your house including your bed.
 

I Love You

You returned alone from work towards evening
when the sound of vespers already filled the air.
I waited for you at the door to our house.
I smiled and hugged you.
 
I love you—I love you.
 
We lived in a small town where
time has seemed to stand still for an eternity.
Life there was the same every day
but it was filled with happiness.
 
I love you—I love you.
 
But one evening when you returned,
you told me: 'I have to go away.
I was ordered back and have to go.
Don't forget me—you, you, you.'
 
I love you—I love you.
 
Now I wait alone every night for you to return
when the sound of vespers already fills the air.
I wait for you at the door to our house—
I will smile when you will come.
 
I love you—I love you.
 

Ah! Wonderful

Yes, my friends, it's a wonder.
Yes, my friends, it's a marvel
when love comes to light up this world here—world here.
When springtime makes life beautiful,
me, in my heart, I feel sparks.
This is happiness—if it calls out to us, we follow!
Let's go!
 
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me you love me so much.
Tell me that this world—
that this world is wonderful—marvelous.
Tell me you sing.
Tell me you dance.
Tell me you are happy—
as long as you explain
with my heart and the springtime.
 
~~~~~
 
Yes, my friends, it's a wonder.
Yes, my friends, it's a marvel
when a fairy comes to study this world here—world here.
At the end of a magic wand,
with a fantastic symphony,
she sets your heart to music.
Yes soldier, that one!
 
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me you love me so much.
Tell me that this world—
that this world is wonderful—marvelous.
Tell me you sing.
Tell me you dance.
Tell me you are happy—
as long as you explain
with my heart and the springtime.
 
Yes, my friends, it's a wonder.
Yes, my friends, it's a marvel
to cross together hand-in-hand this world here—world here.
Yes, my friends, it's a wonder
to see one day the love that awakens.
No joy is ever the same.
Believe me, believe me
when I tell you that this world is wonderful!
 

Soon

Soon I know my love will return.
Forever, he will be near me.
He will be strong, much stronger than before—
my love, when he returns to me.
 
Wo, oh, oh, oh, wo, oh, oh, oh, oh—you will be the sunlight of my joy.
 
Soon it is true that I will be able to entwine you
and offer you millions of kisses.
All will be beautiful, much more beautiful than before—
because I will be cuddled in your arms.
 
Wo, oh, oh, oh, wo, oh, oh, oh, oh—you will be the sunlight of my joy.
 
~~~~~
 
We can never forget
the romance that is going to enfold us
when in springtime, the church bells will ring—
the vows that we will make.
 
Wo, oh, oh, oh, wo, oh, oh, oh, oh—you will be the sunlight of my joy.
 
Wo, oh, oh, oh, wo, oh, oh, oh, oh ...
 

Fratele meu soarele

M-am născut la răsăritul soarelui
Soarele este un pic fratele meu
Recunosc că sunt cam mândră de asta
Și adesea o spun vântului
M-am născut la răsăritul soarelui
Noi am ieșit din mare
Cu gustul luminii
 
Tu, trecător nepăsător
La aventurile acestei lumi
Consimți să trăiești în umbră
Cu condiția să trăiești mult timp
Tu, trecător nepăsător
Nu încerca să-mi iei inima
Nepăsarea mă sperie
 
Aș muri la apusul soarelui
Când el va pleca din drum
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3 Songs: A Luigi Tenco Medley

And far, far away in time,
something in the eyes of another
will make you think again of my eyes—
of these eyes that loved you so very much.
 
And far, far away in the world—
in the smile on the lips of another—
you will see that shyness
of which you made such fun.
 
And far, far away in time,
by chance, the look on a face
will recall to you my face
and the sad expression that you so loved.
 
And far, far away in the world,
one beautiful evening, you will be with someone else.
And suddenly, who knows how or why?
You will find yourself speaking to her of me.
 
A love, from this day on, so far away.
 
___________________
 
The usual road, white like salt—
the wheat to grow, the fields to plow.
Watching every day to see if it rains or shines,
to know if tomorrow you will live or die,
and one day saying 'no more' and leaving.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
Going far away to search for another world,
saying farewell to the courtyard, going away in a dream.
And then a thousand streets, grey like smoke,
in a world of lights—feeling yourself so insignificant.
Leaping a hundred years in just one day,
from oxcarts in the fields—to airplanes in the sky.
And understanding none of it and yearning to return to you.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
Not knowing what to do in a world that knows all,
and having not even a single cent to return to you.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
___________________
 
When, in the evening, I return home,
I hardly have the will to speak.
Do not gaze at me with such tenderness
as if I were a child who returned disappointed.
Yes, I know, that this is most certainly not the life
that you envisioned one day for us.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 
You will see, you will see that I am not yet finished.
I cannot tell you how or when, but all will change.
 
I would rather know that you cry—
that you reproach me for having disappointed you—
and not to see you always so sweet.
Accept all that comes from me,
it makes me think more about you,
and I cannot give you more than that of me.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 

Crazy Heart

A crazy heart that still follows you
and day and night thinks only of you.
And I can never make her understand
that you love someone else and not me.
 
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on,
that still believes you think of me.
She is not convinced that you left—
that you left me and will not return.
 
Tell her the truth—(tell her the truth).
And perhaps she will understand—(perhaps understand)
because you never before told the truth.
 
A crazy heart that loves you
and forgives you for everything you do.
But sooner or later you know that she will heal,
and you will lose her—thus you will lose her.
 
~~~~~
 
Tell her the truth—(tell her the truth).
And perhaps she will understand—(perhaps understand)
because you never before told the truth.
 
A crazy heart that loves you
and forgives you for everything you do.
But sooner or later you know that she will heal,
and you will lose her—thus you will lose her.
 
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on.
(latch on)
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on.
(latch on)
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on.
(latch on)
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on.
(latch on)
 

Dance

I close my eyes and I dream—how are you?
Come on, stay with me again—here with me.
But, in love, you cannot turn back time—no you cannot.
 
Oh, tears and smiles on us
leave an extra mark on the face.
The seasons change but my heart—does not.
 
Keep dancing with anger and hope
and do not lose any of your power.
Come on, boy, dance and light up the room.
Love is a feeling that is born in a moment.
 
A new love is born—how are you?
And you still feel so very young.
You get drunk with happiness and this life of mine.
 
Keep dancing with anger and hope.
Love is a feeling that blows like the wind.
 
~~~~
 
Now I smile at you, my love.
I caress your face as we part.
If you are afraid, I do not know—but my heart is not.
 
Keep dancing with anger and hope
and do not lose any of your power.
Come on, boy, dance and light up the room.
Love is a feeling that is born in a moment.
 
Keep dancing with anger and hope
and do not lose any of your power.
 

To Leave or Die

Versions: #2
My life took on water from every side—
in a word, everything capsized.
The sky is upside down
but the world continues turning.
 
Ask what? Call whom?
My only desire is to shatter everything–
to bite the sheets on my bed—
the rage in my belly—I am going to forget you.
 
Finished with being here in your life
like a plant, like a photograph.
I fancy going out into the rain—
floating on my back in a warm river.
 
Let's end this joke of tenderness
that so many women mistake for love.
My brain is about to explode
and I'm going to extricate myself a day at a time.
 
And to leave or die or sleep for a long time—
and then awaken one day
in another time
rid of your love.
 
And to leave or die or sleep for a long time—
and never to awaken—
to stop time
as if I had dreamed it all.
 
Finish drowning yourself in emptiness
and trying to dance on moving sands.
The fear of time, the fear of lines on your skin
lessens with aging—let it be right now.
 
I will learn to run again,
to see the brilliant sun in my eyes.
I want to catch hold of wild laughter—
to live while throwing oil on the fire.
 
And to leave or die or sleep for a long time—
and then awaken one day
in another time
rid of your love.
 
And to leave or die or sleep for a long time—
and never to awaken—
to stop time
as if I had dreamed it all.