She loved me so much...
I still love her.
Together we trespassed
a closed door.
She, how could I say,
was my whole world then,
when only words of love
burnt in the hearth...
Words of love, simple and tender.
We didn't know much, we were fifteen years old.
We hadn't had much time to learn them,
we'd just woke up from the children's dream.
We had enough with three already-made phrases
that we'd learnt from ancient comediants.
From love stories, dreams of poets,
we didn't know much, we were fifteen years old.
She, who knows where she is,
she, who knows where she stays.
I lost her and I've never
found her again.
But often, when it grows dark,
a song comes to me from afar.
Old notes, old harmonies,
old words of love.
Words of love, simple and tender.
We didn't know much, we were fifteen years old.
We hadn't had much time to learn them,
we'd just woke up from the children's dream.
We had enough with three already-made phrases
that we'd learnt from ancient comediants.
From love stories, dreams of poets,
we didn't know much, we were fifteen years old.
(Thanks to Silvia for the corrections on the translation!!)