18.04.23 02:46 AM

Dove va a morire il sole,

dove il vento si riposa,

ci son tutte le parole

di chi? stato innamorato

e non ha dimenticato

tutto quello che c'?stato

Ed aspetter?il tramonto

deve pur passare il vento,

io mi lascer?portare,

dove nascono le parole,

cercher?le tue parole,

te le voglio riportare.

Non ?giusto che una donna

per paura di sbagliare

non si possa innamorare

e si deve accontentarev

di una storia sempre uguale,

di una vita da sognare.

Dove va a morire il sole,

dove il vento si riposa,

ho incontrato tanta gente

che in un mare di parole

e fra tanta confusione

spera ancora in un amore.

Non ?giusto che una donna

per paura di sbagliare

non si possa innamorare,

e si deve accontentare

di una storia sempre uguale,

di una vita da scordare.

Where the sun goes to die, where the wind rests there are all the words

of those who have been in loveand have not forgottenall that there has been.

And I shall wait for the sunset,some time the wind must pass.

I shall let myself be carriedwhere the words are born.I shall look for your words,

I want to bring them back to you. It is not right that a woman for fear of making a mistake

cannot fall in loveand has to content herself

with a story which is always the sameof a life to be dreamed.

Where the sun goes to die, where the wind rests there are all the words

of those who have been in loveand have not forgottenall that there has been.

And I shall wait for the sunset,some time the wind must pass.

I shall let myself be carriedwhere the words are born.I shall look for your words,

I want to bring them back to you. It is not right that a woman for fear of making a mistake

cannot fall in loveand has to content herself

with a story which is always the sameof a life to be dreamed.

Your words

Where the sun goes to die, where the wind rests,

I have met many peoplewho, in a sea of words

and amid utter confusion, still hope for a love.

It is not right that a womanfor fear of making a mistake

cannot fall in loveand has to content herself

with a story which is always the sameof a life to be forgotten,