Iptissam [English translation]

Yellow flowers in the gardens,

red roses at the windowsill,

if you were in my street.

Blue eyes, my life,

how much light in that street,

if passing by you looked at me.

I awaited your "good morning"

to look at my morning

and my time was never over.

You held me, you swore me,

my heart, it will be forever,

but to whom you swore,

you have already betrayed.

Iptissam, Iptissam,

why don't you call me

like that anymore?

Where are you and to whom will you say

"Iptissam, my love"?

I won't have any more red roses for me,

and what will be of us?

I have seen it in other eyes,

the sadness that in the mirror

in my face I had never seen

Until there was in your gaze

that warm and sweet smile,

that fooled my eyes so much.

Blue eyes, my life,

I've forgotten the joy,

of the moment when I looked at you.

But my heart didn't know

that too big a love

is never called happiness.

Iptissam, Iptissam,

why don't you call me

like that anymore?

Where are you and to whom will you say

"Iptissam, my love"?

• Artist:Milva
• Album:"La filanda e altre storie" (1972)