Buongiorno tristezza [English translation]

Good day, sadness.

I didn’t know about love deceptions,

love songs, love poisons.

When, with a kiss, she asked for a heart

she gave me a heart, I lost a heart.

Since then how many golden coins

these eyes gave her,

since then!

Good day, sadness,

my melancholy’s friend,

you’re familiar with the road,

let’s yet again today keep each other company.

Good day, sadness,

let’s go back where one day I met you

and I said about her:

“She still loves me” and I was wrong.

They’re crying,

the yellow leaves all around me,

they’re asking

the rustling of the plane-trees: “Where is she?”

since they’re seeing me with you.

Good day, sadness,

my melancholy’s friend.