Tonight, the wind raps on my window pane
reminding me of you again
as I watch the dying flames...
Tonight, an autumn song in shades of blue
resonates with sounds of you
and bygone days when love was new....
What remains of our loves
What remains of these beautiful days
A photo , old photo
From my youth
What remains of the romantic notes
Of the months of April, of the appointments
A memory that pursues me
Constantly
Faded happiness, hair in the wind
Stolen kisses, moving dreams
What remains of all this
Tell me
A small village, an old bell tower
A landscape so well hidden
And in a cloud the dear face
From my past
My breaking heart and I agree
That you and I could never be
So with my best, my very best,
I'll set you free.
I wish you shelter from the storms,
a cozy fire to keep you warm,
but most of all - when snowflakes fall -
I wish you love.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI