Tace Il Labbro

The lips are silent,
'The violin says 'I love her',
its notes all say
'You must love me'.
The grip of the hand
spoke clearly to me:
'Yes, it's true, you love me,
you love me, it's true'.
The grip of the hand
spoke clearly to me:
'Yes, it's true, you love me,
you love me, it's true'.