Ma Che Chiagne A Ffa : traduction de Italien vers Anglais
But why are you crying
Your first love disappointed you
And you want to die because of this
You are blaming yourself
You might be ready, but who knows
You smeared all the makeup you put on hours ago
You want to stay locked in your room and don't even want to go out to eat
You're talking to yourself in the mirror and want to understand
If in a moment another person can change
Maybe he went out with you just for fun and kissed you
Then you throw yourself on the bed
And you're sinking into the pillow
For that boy who stole your heart (stole your heart)
That story is over
Shake off your heart, you're still young
But why are you crying, you're hurting yourself more by thinking about it
In life, good things are born, grow, and then go away
And you're sinking into the pillow, still looking at what you have in your hands
You hold a photograph where you are hugging, but you haven't torn it up
But what do you want to know if he's crying for you now
And if he doesn't, hope that God makes him pay
Why are you crying? (Cry, cry, cry)
You don't want to understand
That a story like this might have already happened
To the one who is calling you now and saying: "Dinner is ready"
She's crying in the kitchen because she can't help you
Those are the tears of a mother who doesn't know what to do
When the heart falls in love, it can't speak
You only look for a hope that with time it will pass
You will find another love that will make you fall in love even more
But you stay on the bed
And you're sinking into the pillow
For that boy who stole your heart (stole your heart)
That story is over
Shake off your heart, you're still young
But why are you crying, you're hurting yourself more by thinking about it
In life, good things are born, grow, and then go away
And you're sinking into the pillow, still looking at what you have in your hands
You hold a photograph where you are hugging, but you haven't torn it up
But what do you want to know if he's crying for you now
And if he doesn't, hope that God makes him pay
Why are you crying? (Why are you crying)
(Why are you crying)
(Why are you crying)
And you're sinking into the pillow, still looking at what you have in your hands
You hold a photograph where you are hugging, but you haven't torn it up
But what do you want to know if he's crying for you now
And if he doesn't, hope that God makes him pay
Why are you crying?