L'ultimo Romantico
Nicola di Bari
The Last Romantic
The last, I am the last romantic
I am the one who can give you a flower
And understand from this, from the expression on your face
From the trembling of a hand, if you love me
The last, the last romantic of a world
That can be moved by watching two doves
Kissing on a square, oblivious to the people
Who could trample them in a hurry to arrive
Why, if a rose is a rose
Since the world exists, do I have to change?
Why, if the sea and the sky
The sun and the wind never change?
Why, if love is love
Since the world exists, do I have to change?
Why, there are already so many things
That are changing, can't love?
The last, the last romantic of a world
That can be moved by watching two young people
Kissing on a square, oblivious to the people
Like we do now, like we do
Why, if a rose is a rose
Since the world exists, do I have to change?
Why, if the sea and the sky
The sun and the wind never change?
Why, if love is love
Since the world exists, do I have to change?
Why, there are already so many things
That are changing, can't love?
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