Una Ciocca di Capelli

In the depths of my attic
In an old drawer
Some time ago I found
A poor little love

He had run away
I no longer know why
I had forgotten
For so long already

In a yellowed paper
Covered in dust
A faded object
Lay solitary

He had come to die
In this ancient frame
He had come to die
Leaving as a relic
A lock of hair
That she had given me
A lock of hair
That I used to caress

A lock of hair
That came to revive
The dream of a happy time
The sweet mirage of a summer

I felt my memory
Ready to tell me everything
But I already knew the story
I preferred to dream

That day there, how strange
I believed in fairies
But I touched an angel
And I woke up
With a lock of hair
That she had given me
A lock of hair
That I used to caress