A mano a mano [English translation]

Little by little you realize that the wind

Blows on your face and steals you a smile

The old season which is about to end

Blows on your heart and steals your love

And little by little it melts in tears

That sweet memory faded by time

When you used to live with me in a room

There was no money but a lot of hope

And little by little you lose me and I lose you

And all what has been seems more absurd to us

When at night you were more and more true

And not just like now on Saturday nights...

But... give me your hand and come back closer

A flower can be born in our garden

That even winter will never freeze

A flower can grow from this love of mine for you

And little by little you'll see that over time

The same smile over your face

That the cruel wind had stolen us

Which comes back loyal

Love is back to you...

• Artist:Riccardo Cocciante