A mano a mano [English translation]

Little by little, you realize that the wind

Blows on your face and steals a smile from you

The beautiful season about to end

Blows on your heart and steals love from you

Little by little, the crying melts

That sweet memory, faded by time

From when you lived with me in a room

There was no money but much hope

And little by little you lose me and I lose you

And what used to be seems more absurd

When at night you were truer and truer

And not like now, on Saturday nights

But give me your hand and come back close to me

A flower can sprout in our garden

Which not even Winter can freeze

A flower can grow from this love of mine for you

And little by little you'll see, over time,

On your face the same smile

That the cruel wind had stolen from us

Becoming faithful again

Love has come back to you

That the cruel wind had stolen from us

Love has come back to you

• Artist:Andrea Bocelli
• Album:Passione