Alla fine della storia [English translation]

How many nights have I slept with you?

How many nights have I dreamt of just walking away?

This season went by so well,

Between the balconies of the suburbs.

He smelled the morning coffee,

And gave us a little bit of joy,

That helped the day go by.

Now that you're gone,

Everything still speaks of you...

How many times have I sang with you?

The passion rising with the high tide,

The passion that is never enough,

And then, slowly, it goes away...

And one of these days, it* will end up on its own.

Beauty will become a lie,

And there aren't enough kisses to keep you in mind.

At the end of time,

Everything still speaks of you...

And even on our balconies,

The daisies start coming out again,

Music from the cricket returns...

And I'm still here to remember,

How slow and endless Sundays seem,

Confident and unexpected smiles of complicity...

How many nights have I slept with you?

Waiting in the dark for when it became the morning,

And that's when love greets me,

I cannot mute it,

When he was winking from the written bar,

When a little you and I were nearby...

That long, bastard night.

Now that you're gone,

Everything still speaks of you...

How many nights have I slept with you?

How many nights have I dreamt of just walking away?

But it was nice to stay there,

Between the balconies of the suburbs.

He was winking behind the written bar...

That night that you went,

And I rest now, to make the day go by.

Now that you're gone,

And everything ONLY speaks of you.