La Costruzione Di Un Amore

The construction of a love
Breaks the veins of the hands
Mixes blood with sweat
If you have any left
The construction of a love
Does not repay the pain
It's like an altar of sand
By the seashore

The construction of my love
I like watching it rise
Like a hundred-story skyscraper
Or like a sunflower
And I put in the experience
Like on a Christmas tree
Like a gift to a bride
Something that just sits there and doesn't hurt

And on each floor, there's a smile
For every winter to endure
On each floor, a paradise
To indulge
Behind a door, a bit of love
For when there won't be time to make love
For when you'll take away
My only photograph

But meanwhile, I watch this love
Getting closer to the sky
As if behind the horizon
There was still sky
It's me, I'm here and it amazes me
So much that I bite my arms
But no! It's really me
The mirror has my face