I imagine your childhood
With your big, astonished eyes.
Oh how I envy those whom luck
Has made them grow up? your side.
I would have wanted to know you so much
For years, years.
You would have become my master,
Me, your passionate slave.
I would have liked? live in the shadows,
At the slightest breath intervene
To light up your dark hours,
Be part of your memories...
But tell me about your youth
Which I don't want to follow? not,
In your pleasures, in your sadness,
In your worries and in your joys.
If you knew how I want to drink
The words of your adored mouth.
You would tell me stories
Without ever wanting to stop.
You told me that your life is beginning
Since you met me
And that you never think again
On the events of your past?...
Repeat again for me these things
That penetrate to the bottom from my heart.
Ah, my love, say these things again,
These things which resemble happiness.
Is it true that there, in the head
Nothing else makes you want
And that you never regret
Being my man for life?