La spada nel cuore [English translation]

It was a look of love,

the sword is in the heart and there it will stay.

You are beautiful right now,

more beautiful now that the wind whisks you away from me.

Night—the blow in the night,

the beating heart has now stopped.

It rains with the sun out—

you learn who is born and who dies for you.

It was a look of love,

the sword is in the heart—

I feel like dying—dying for you.

When you saw it, you changed—

you lit up.

"It's sympathy"—it was not true.

"I am yours"—it was not true.

It was a look of love,

the sword is in the heart and there it will stay.

You are beautiful right now,

more beautiful now that the wind whisks you away from me.

Night—the blow in the night,

the beating heart has now stopped.

It rains with the sun out—

you learn who is born and who dies for you.

It was a look of love,

the sword is in the heart—

I feel like dying—dying for you.

Beautiful days, springtime always.

Until yesterday, your thoughts

were all of me.

And I remember you laughing, I still hear that echo.

I playing, your smiles

and your caresses for me.

It was a look of love,

the sword is in the heart and there it will stay.

You are beautiful right now,

more beautiful now that the wind whisks you away from me.

Night—the blow in the night,

the beating heart has now stopped.