Tutto non fa te [English translation]

I am writing you this way and don't know how to say

From where and how late,

From somewhere

In the middle of the sky,

At night in a plain

Which is flying here and returning

In a hurry, more in a hurry

Even by day,

And I don't know if it is

A journey or its return.

From the darkness tonight

I'm talking to you about me.

Tonight I have everything

But not you.

Do as you would do one day,

You told me:" Laura, there is a good

Which doesn't change in the world

Of someone who feels and listens to you

And less than for one second

Understands what you feel.

There is an agreement with my memory,

The dream and the air emptiness,

Light thoughts in the hight

On this trajectory.

I'm writing you this way that I miss you,

I could have you next to me,

Mama, we can have and lose a lot.

There is a small emptiness

Which is asking why.

If everything is given to me

But not you.

Do as you'd do tomorrow,

You are repeating to me: " Laura,

There is a good which doesn't change

In the world

Of someone who feels and listens to you

And less than for one second

Understands what you feel if...''

If there are mute shouts

Or secret tears.

Now I'm writing you this way,

I could tell you now about strong thousands hugs.

I'll arrive soon,

I'll arrive soon.

Do as you'd do tomorrow,

You are repeating to me: " Laura,

There is a good which doesn't change

In the world

Of someone who crosses the borders

And less than for one second

Understands what you feel."

I am writing you this way and don't know how to say

From where and how late,

From somewhere

In the middle of the sky

I will arrive.