You seek shelter, brotherly comfort
You stretch your arms to the mirror
You move with difficulty and with a stern look
You mumble a melancholic Modugno
Of those violins played by the wind
The last kiss, my sweet child
Burns on the face like lemon drops
The heroic courage of a fierce goodbye

But they are tears
While it rains, it rains (they are tears)
While it rains, it rains (they are tears)
While it rains

Magical quiet, veiled indulgence
After the ungrateful storm
You catch your breath and with intense transport
You celebrate a mild and unusual awakening
A thousand violins played by the wind
The last hug, my beloved child
In the faint memory of a silver rain
The ruthless sense of no return

Of those violins played by the wind
The last kiss, my sweet child
Burns on the face like lemon drops
The heroic courage of a fierce goodbye

But they are tears
While it rains, it rains (they are tears)
While it rains, it rains (they are tears)
While it rains, it rains

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