You know how this is If I look at the cristal moon, at the red branch Of the slow autumn at my window, If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash Or the wrinkled body of the log Everything carries me to you As if everything that exists Aromas, light, metals Were little boats that sail Towards those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you If suddenly you forget me do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you
If you think it long and mad The wind of banners That passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore Of the heart where I have roots Remember that on that day At that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land. But...
If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me if you forget me I want you to know one thing You know how this ends...