Ti credevo felice [English translation]

I sing to you, to you alone,

the song of our love

even if, you know,

I never say your name.

I think of you, always of you,

to the moments of our love

as if, as if

perhaps you were still close to me.

I thought you were happy

when you laughed with me

but the first wind of autumn

carried you away with itself.

And at this point, and at this point,

I give up on having you

even if, even if

I still suffer thinking about us.

Where are you, where are you?

Perhaps your eyes laugh

as if, as if

they still were smiling at me.

But the first wind of autumn

carried you away with itself.

I sing to you, to you alone,

the song of our love

even if I already know

that tomorrow you will forget it.

• Artist:Dino