Your World (Il tuo mondo)
Testo
Silver case
where you like shelter alone.
How fine those fields are you run through
every time you are bored
waiting for me.
Oh, lucky fellow, I envy you so much love.
Oh, lucky fellow, how much light you can see in the sun.
Chilly metals
you preserve dearly.
Pearls, jewels
for you that lives proudly
which cannot give you
the certainties you pursue vainly.
But you strecth out your hand and persist in giving nothing.
But you strecth out your hand and persist in giving nothing.
Poor life
that one you lead
all the experiences
you want that then disappoint you
where, once alone,
you wash that woman’s face
that you are not my love, you know her hardly
how dear your endless trouble is.
