Portami tante rose [English translation]

I know that trying to stop you is in vain

I know that you're leaving tomorrow

Don't you worry about me

But one more gift, I'd want from you

My love, love, bring me many roses

Tonight again, just tell me many things

I'll smother my heart, as you're asking of me

You can lie again, I will cry no more

My love, love, I will cry no more

What will become of me?

Don't ask me, because

I'll fall like a star

And maybe, someday, I'll go back into nothingness

My love, love, bring me many roses

So many more, pick the thorniest

I'll hold them close to my heart, as if I were holding you

If I lose my love, what will become of me?

My love, love, what will become of me?

My love, love, bring me many roses

• Artist:Italian Folk