Vivere [English translation]

Today, what a magnificent day,

what a day of happiness.

My beautiful woman has gone,

she has finally left me in freedom.

I’m still master of my life

and I want to enjoy it always more.

She, upon leaving, swore to me

that she would never come back.

To live, without melancholy.

To live, without further jealousy.

Without regrets,

without evermore knowing what love is.

Pick up the most beautiful flower,

enjoy life and make the heart be silent.

To laugh, always so cheerful.

To laugh of the world’s follies.

To live, as long as there’s youthfulness

because life is beautiful

and I want to live it always more.

Often, your woman makes you

act out the comedy of love.

You, then, become the principal actor

and repeat whatever she wants.

At the third act the curtain falls,

finally reality comes back

and her comedy of love

will be transformed in a farce.

To live, without melancholy.

To live, without further jealousy.

Without regrets,

without evermore knowing what love is.

Pick up the most beautiful flower,

enjoy life and make the heart be silent.

To laugh, always so cheerful.

To laugh of the world’s follies.

To live, as long as there’s youthfulness

because life is beautiful,

I want to live it always more.

To live.

To live.

To live, even if, in your heart,

a moment of nostalgia comes back.

I have no more rancour

and I thank the one who took her away from me.

To laugh.

To laugh.

To live, as long as there’s youthfulness

because life is beautiful

and I want to live it always more.

• Artist:Carlo Buti