A mano a mano [English translation]

Little by little you notice that the wind

blows on your face and it steals you a smile

High season is almost over

and it blows on your heart and steals your love

Little by little that sweet memory, faded by time,

melts you in tears,

the one in which you were living with me in one room

there was no money, but a lot of hope

And little by little you're losing me and I'm losing you

and what has been seems to me more absurd

than when during nights you were more sincere

and not like now, during Saturday nights

But give me your hand and come back close to me

A flower might born in our garden

One that even winter cannot ever freeze

A flower might born out of my love for you

And little by little, you'll see that with time

right on her face (there will be) the same smile

that the cruel wind stole from you

and gets loyal again

love is back to you

But give me your hand and come back close to me

A flower might born in our garden

One that even winter cannot ever freeze

A flower might born out of my love for you

• Artist:Rino Gaetano