A mano a mano [English translation]

Little by little you notice that the wind

Is blowing on your face and stealing you a smile

the warm season that is almost ending

is blowing on your heart and stealing you love

Little by little is melting in your tears

the sweet memory that time faded

Of when you lived with me in a room

There was no money but a lot of hope

And little by little you loose my I loose you

And what has been seems more absurd

Of when on nights you were always more true

And not like now on saturday nights...

But...give me your hand and come back, close to me

A flower can grow in our garden

That even winter could not freeze

A flower can grow from this love of mine for you

And little by little you will see that at a time

There on your face the same smile

The once the cruel wind stole you

Will come back faithful

Love came back to you...

But...give me your hand and come back, close to me

A flower can grow in our garden

That even winter could not freeze

A flower can grow from this love of mine for you

• Artist:Rino Gaetano