The girls of Monaco, extinguished fireflies with their noses turned up, look for the sun among the opaque, colorless clouds. They slowly tell each other an Italian love story. And then, hand in hand, they tell each other their stories. That love is not fear, it is not breaking up slowly
That in the evening it is no longer evening, being alone is not strange.
I can no longer say what this love will be
This love where it will take us 
Only here in your eyes
There is something that you have always known
I have always missed it.
The girls of Rome, tanned in October, fly light
/>About their forgotten loves, the hearts lost along the way
And if you see them cry, you see them cry it's only for an hour
And they go away laughing like swallows in spring
But all this doesn't hurt me anymore now that
That love isn't fear isn't breaking up slowly
That in the evening it's no longer evening, staying alone isn't strange.
/>I can no longer say what it will be 
Where will this love take us 
Only here in your eyes
There is still so much to see, you still know how to see it