Ma l'Amore No (*)
Ma l'amore no,
l'amore mio non può
disperdersi nel vento con le rose
tanto è forte che non cederà,
non morirà.
Io lo veglierò,
io lo difenderò
da tutte quelle insidie velenose
che vorrebbero strapparlo al cuor,
povero amor.
Forse te ne andrai
da altre donne le carezze cercherai
ahimè!
E se tornerai
già sfiorita ogni bellezza troverai
in me.
Ma l'amore no,
l'amore mio non può
dissolversi con l'oro dei capelli
finch'io vivo sarà vivo in me,
solo per te.
Guardando le rose, sfiorite stamani,
io penso: domani saranno appassite.
E tutte le cose
son come le rose,
che vivono un giorno,
un’ora e non più!
Forse te ne andrai
da altre donne le carezze cercherai
ahimè!
E se tornerai
già sfiorita ogni bellezza troverai
in me.
Ma l'amore no,
l'amore mio non può
dissolversi con l'oro dei capelli
finch'io vivo sarà vivo in me,
solo per te.
Ma l'Amore No
But my love, no,
My love cannot
Disperse in the wind like the roses
It so strong it cannot be given away
Or perish.
My love cannot
Disperse in the wind like the roses
It so strong it cannot be given away
Or perish.
I will watch over it
I will defend it
Against all those poisonous ambushes
That would tear at the heart out
Poor love.
I will defend it
Against all those poisonous ambushes
That would tear at the heart out
Poor love.
Maybe you will go
To other women, to look for other caresses
Poor me!
And if you'll come back
You'll find every beauty already faded... in me!
To other women, to look for other caresses
Poor me!
And if you'll come back
You'll find every beauty already faded... in me!
But my love, no,
My love cannot
Dissolve the way the hair turns gold
As long as I live, the love will remain alive in me
Just for you.
Watching the roses, all faded this morning,
I think: tomorrow they'll be withered.
And all those thing
are like the roses,
that live for one day, an hour
then they're gone!
I think: tomorrow they'll be withered.
And all those thing
are like the roses,
that live for one day, an hour
then they're gone!
Maybe you will go
Like other women, to look for other caresses
Poor me!
And if you come back
When every beauty already faded...
in me!
Like other women, to look for other caresses
Poor me!
And if you come back
When every beauty already faded...
in me!
But my love, no,
My love cannot
Dissolve like the gold in your hair
Till the end, the love will remain alive in me
just for you.
My love cannot
Dissolve like the gold in your hair
Till the end, the love will remain alive in me
just for you.
