Tonight the wind that knocks at my door
Speaks to me of dead loves
In front of the fire that goes out
Tonight it's an autumn song
br/>In the house that shivers
And I think of distant days
What remains of our loves
What remains of these beautiful days
A photo, old photo
From my youth
What remains of the romantic notes
Of the months of April, of the appointments
A memory that pursues me
Without ceasing
Faded happiness, hair in the wind
Stolen kisses, moving dreams
What remains of all this
Say- tell me
A little village, an old bell tower
A landscape so well hidden
And in a cloud the dear face
From my past
br/>Words the tender words that we whisper
The purest caresses
The oaths in the depths of the woods
The flowers that we find in a book
Whose perfume intoxicates you
Was it gone?
What remains of our loves
What remains of these beautiful days
A photo, old photo
Of my youth
What remains of the romantic notes
Of the months of April, of appointments
A memory that pursues me
Without cease
Faded happiness, hair in the wind
Stolen kisses, moving dreams
What remains of all this
Say it- me
A little village, an old bell tower
A landscape so well hidden
And in a cloud the dear face
From my past