Luna Rossa

Vacantly abandoned,
Eyes hidden under the hat,
Hands in the pocket and collar raised,
I walk scanning the stars that are dry.

And the red moon speaks to me of you,
I ask her if she waits for me,
And she answers me: 'If you want to know,
There's no one here.'

And I call your name to see you,
But all the people who speak of you,
Answer: 'Isn't it too late for you to know?
There's no one here!'

Red moon,
Who will be sincere to me?
Red moon,
She left the other night
Without seeing me.

And I still say she waits for me,
Outside the boat tonight at three,
And pray to the Saints to see me.
But there's no one here!

A thousand and more appointments I've had,
Many more cigarettes I've lit,
A thousand cups of coffee I've drunk,
A thousand bitter kisses I've tasted.

And the red moon speaks to me of you,
I ask her if she waits for me,
And she answers me: 'If you want to know,
There's no one here.'

There's no one here