Aria [English translation]

I take by hand Air

I take by hand you

That with a blow of the wind then

you ran away from me

I'm still walking slow

one last half hour

and everything that touches me then

brings me back to you

It's pointless thinking about it

I find myself distraught

I lie often what can you do about it

But too many are the nights

you aren't here

Now you are only air...

I'm distraught

I act tough even though

I miss you

you knock

that you'll fulfill me with your quirks

air.... air

Colors and strange lights

make me draw

paintings of nostalgia of those sunny days

It's pointless thinking about it

I find myself distraught

I lie often what can you do about it

But too many are the nights

you aren't here

Now you are only air...

I'm distraught

I act tough even though

I miss you

you knock

that you'll fulfill me with your quirks

air.... air

I lie often what can you do about it

But too many are the nights

you aren't here

Now you are only air...

I'm distraught

I act tough even though

I miss you

you knock

that you'll fulfill me with your quirks

air.... air

• Artist:Modà
• Album:Sala d'attesa (2008)