Donna, amante mia [English translation]

As our love grows well,

I do not want to leave,

This shy bud,

Velvet skin I do not wake up,

With the cold ice,

You'd think for a farewell.

I'm just going to take your clothes

And to kill the past,

now there's you.

My loving woman, woman poem

Squirrel afraid I do,

And in the morning you were a woman;

If I lose you win I would go,

It would be too much and might not know it,

But you sleep a little, 'I will return.

Com 'hard to explain

For a woman her part,

When you want it to leave,

She touches me and inside the body dies,

How sad if you

do not make love with you.

My loving woman, a woman of farewell,

Squirrel afraid I do,

Who will notice that you're a woman;

I'll will try my sweet lover,

But you know, tell me no,

And here I were to die on your door.

I'll will try my sweet lover,

But you know, tell me no,

And here I were to die on your door.

• Artist:Umberto Tozzi
• Album:Donna amante mia (1976)