She

She maybe will be the first one that
I won't be able to forget
my luck or the price that
I will have to pay
She the song born here
that has already been sung by who knows who
the summer air that is now
in the first autumn on me

She the slavery the freedom
the doubt the serenity
prelude to bright days or dark ones
She will be the mirror where I
will reflect projects and ideas
the ultimate end that I will have from now on.

She so important so unique
after the long solitude
intransigent and unpredictable
She maybe the love too awaited that
from the shadow of the past comes back to me
to stay by my side as long as I live

She to whom I wouldn't give up
surviving beside her
to fought years and adversities
She smiles and tears from which
my dreams take shape
wherever I go I would arrive
step by step beside
She she.