Silvia, so many times
I think about you
About the very rainy day
You came to me
To be my wife.
Silvia, too many rhymes
I wrote about you
About that given
Sunday night
When you just
Ran out of my life.
Oh my silvia telling
About the things
I never told you
Seemes so hard
You are so far from my heart
And I realize it.
I wander in the darkness
Of my loneliness and now
Wata tell you about you and me
Come gabry the selecta
Silvia, rimembri ancora
La quiete dopo la tempesta
D'improvviso m'illumino d'immenso
Alla sera del dì di festa.