You do not understand, love, what is my feeling;
in vain I translate it and in vain I explain it to you.
Sometimes I think the time has come
to clarify it as we work with a boy.
You do not understand, love, that everything I feel
-and in this, you know, I do not doubt nor give up-
it's love, all love, the sweet thought
that instant by instant, forever I dedicate to you.