But I told him no
And now I return to you
With my miseries
With the hopes born dead that

I no longer have the courage
To paint with life
To seek warmth once again
Still in your arms

Forgetting the already forgotten
Color of a thousand lira
But I told him no
And now it remains no

Even if the one who pays the most is you
My sweetest mother, friend, wife, and my woman
Pride and then
Shame of myself
But I do not leave

Pride and then
Shame of myself
But I do not leave

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