I'm dying to tell you I love you
and I know it's impossible; I cannot, I must not
I curse the paradise that when it appears
it does not last as long as a shooting star.
At last I had it in my arms,
here it is and it is gone. ..
And I know that I will never be able to see you again.
You washed my foot against your moon chest
With tips of your wet foam hair.
I revive that miracle of the white tide
that was your body shedding light.
It still throbs in the memory,
it was you, it is you...
And I know that I will not be able to never see you again.
You didn't ask questions, you didn't want answers,
your body and mine groped in dialogue
Looking for the exact rhythm that the heartbeats mark
when they converse with the same voice.
At last the beauty touched,
it was love, it is love...
And I know that I will never be able to see you again.