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The old radio

is still singing

our song

just for us. Do

you still remember

when we met,

you so shy

in the rain?

This melody is ours alone. He

surpassed.

Every note is a memory. The first kiss,

your serene gaze.

The years go by, our hair is gray,

but our love

is as it was then. This song

sings for the two of us. I

still love you

like the first day. It's still

raining

heavily outside,

but in our hearts

there's still sunshine.

Just listen,

just listen to

this song,

this song of our young,

eternal love.

This melody is ours alone, it has

overcome

so much pain.

Every note is a memory, the first kiss,

your serene gaze. The years go by, our

hair is gray, but our love

is as it was then.

This song

sings for the two of us. I

still love you

like the first day.

The world outside is moving fast. Fashions

change, songs too, but

not this one,

this one stays here in the heart.

This melody is ours alone, it has

overcome so much pain.

Every note is a memory, the first kiss,

your serene gaze.

our song

forever,

for the two of us.

Evening Rome the golden leaves,

I was walking. Alone with a tired heart, then

I saw you smiling

and time stopped in an instant

because I saw the entire sky rest

in your clear eyes. A thousand stars

shine like words. I don't have to

wait any longer for love here. Please tell me this isn't a

dream.

Tell me you're not just a thought.

I want to hold you in my arms

forever.

To love you like this.

I didn't believe in fairy tales anymore.

I thought love was fragile, but you

are here before me and the whole world makes

sense to you,

because I saw the whole sky rest

in your clear eyes. A thousand stars

shine like words. I don't have to

wait any longer for love here. Please tell me this isn't a

dream.

Tell me you're not just a thought.

I want to hold you in my arms

forever and

love you like this.

Life is a storm,

it's a sea, but your eyes are my

harbor. I ask for nothing else.

I ask nothing

but you,

for I have seen the whole sky rest

in your clear eyes. A thousand stars

shine like words. I don't have to

wait any longer for love here.

The sky is

in your eyes,

my love.

The golden light.

On the warm San Pietrini Rome watches us

silently.

As you walk beside me. The air

smells of pine trees

and newborn dreams in Piazza Navona in

the evening.

Your smile shines brighter than

the moon.

It's a whisper of Roman summer, a

secret that only we know. A

promise exchanged quietly near

the water of a fountain.

Oh love, this moment seems eternal.

You are my sweet life, my sky,

our love a whisper of

Roman summer.

A lemon ice cream

that we eat while walking. The little

lights of Trastevere are fallen stars

for us. The Tiber flows slowly,

like time has stood still. There's no

need to say a word, just

your hand in mine.

It's a whisper of Roman summer, a

secret that only we know. A

promise exchanged. Plan near

the water of a fountain. Oh love,

this moment seems eternal. You are my

sweet life, my sky,

our love, a whisper of

Roman summer.

Maybe tomorrow summer will end

and the echoes of the days will fade.

But this night in your eyes Rome is

ours forever.

It's a whisper of Roman summer. A

secret that only we know, a

promise exchanged. Plan near

the water of a fountain.

Oh love, this moment seems eternal.

You are my sweet life, my sky,

our love, a whisper of

Roman summer.

Rome.

Summer

my love. No.

I walk the streets of Florence. I think about

your caresses tonight.

I walk into a bar, there's a good smell,

the strong aroma of coffee. But the aroma of

you is sweeter still. The perfume that makes me fall

in love.

More than coffee, more than jasmine,

I just want to be close to you.

Yes, the scent of you on my skin makes me

dream.

Under the stars you are my life,

you are my why.

I drink a

bitter, strong espresso, but I think of the sweetness of

your doors. Your lips I want to

kiss. You are the love

that makes me dream.

But the aroma of you is sweeter still. The

perfume that makes me fall in love.

More than coffee, more than jasmine.

I just want to be close to you.

Yes, the scent of you on my skin makes me

dream.

Under the stars you are my life,

you are my why.

The city is beautiful, but without you it is like a

flower without color. I'm just waiting to

come back

to breathe you

and love you.

Yes, the aroma of you is even sweeter.

The perfume

that makes me fall in love.

More than coffee, more than jasmine.

I just want to be close to you.

The aroma of you.

What a sweet scent,

my love.

The Arno

flows slowly under the Ponte Vecchio. The

dome of the Duomo is a reflection in a

mirror. Florence is beautiful tonight.

But there is one true thing missing in my heart.

I take the pen from this little table, just a

couple of lines to tell you that I'm

close to you.

This is a postcard from Florence, it says,

"I think of you with a thousand caresses. Greetings and

kisses, my distant love. I wish you

were here holding your hand.

Florence is a dream, but you are my

reality.

I saw the David so proud and perfect,

the paintings in the Uffizi that filled my

chest. But all this art and its

poetry is not worth a smile from your

mouth, my life.

This is a postcard from Florence, it says,

"I think of you with a thousand caresses. Greetings and

kisses, my distant love. I wish you were here

holding your hand.

Florence is a dream, but you are my

reality.

Ah,

this city is an open-air museum,

but without you it's an incomplete picture. I

swear to you, love, one day we will return

and hand in hand

we will see her together. M.

This is a postcard from Florence. He says,

"I'm thinking of you." With a thousand caresses.

Greetings and kisses, my distant love. I wish you were here

holding your hand.

Florence is a dream, but you are my

reality.

Postcard from Florence,

thinking of you,

love. He.

The silver moon

lights up the lagoon.

Our gondola glides slowly. What

magical luck.

The gondolier sings

an old tune

that speaks of love, of dreams. Just for

us, my love.

Oh, serenade

on the lagoon under this failing moon

Venice looks at us with a thousand eyes.

Our love blossoms tonight a

light kiss between the canals. Perfect moments

like no other. This is our

serenade.

Unforgettable night of love.

The Rialto Bridge

greets us from afar.

The lights of the old houses are

slowly reflected.

In your eyes I see the sky,

I see brighter stars.

In this silence of water, we are alone,

diamonds. Oh, serenade

on the lagoon, under this pale moon

Venice looks at us with a thousand eyes.

Our love blossoms tonight a

light kiss between the canals. Perfect moments

like no other. This is our

unforgettable night of love serenade.

Time stands still here

between the water and the sky.

My heart beats only for you.

This is a dream, but it's true.

Oh, serenade

on the lagoon under this pale moon,

Venice looks at us with a thousand eyes.

Our love blossoms tonight a

light kiss between the canals. Perfect moments

like no other. This is our

unforgettable night of love serenade.

Venice

love serenade.

Good night.

Rome is the honey-colored sun of

June. It goes down the curved avenues.

A wasp glides down the alley. You smile

with your hair in the wind.

It's 1960.

A piano is playing from a café. I

look at you, your olive eyes

like a painting, pure living grace.

Oh, Italy, my heart drunk with

wine kissed by the Tuscan sun.

Our love is a gondola that

glides gently on the waters of Venice. Oh,

beautiful! A stolen kiss at the

Trevi Fountain. The world stops. A

magical moment. Only love remains. In 60

this love forever.

We wander through the sunny square,

we hear the bells of a church.

Naples sings a love song of the

great sea and lands to dream of.

You lean against me on the shelf. Time

please don't fly away.

The scent of Amalfi lemons

mingles with our singing of Italy at night

. My heart is drunk with wine

kissed by the Tuscan sun.

Our love is a gondola that

glides gently on the waters of Venice.

Oh, beautiful, a stolen kiss at the

Trevi Fountain. The world stops. A

magical moment, only love remains. In 60

this love is forever.

The ancient and silent Colosseum,

witness to timeless loves.

The echo of the past in the present.

This love conquers all torment.

Oh,

Italy,

my heart drunk with wine kissed

by the Tuscan sun.

Our love is a gondola that

glides gently on the waters of Venice. Oh,

my beauty! A stolen kiss at the

Trevi Fountain. The world stops for a

magical moment. There is only love left in the

sixties.

This love is forever.

HI. Hello love Rome.

1960.

You still remember that afternoon it was raining

heavily outside in May.

We met that coffee and the whole

world changed for me. Our little

corner bar holds the secret

of our love. A cappuccino.

It's magic. That's where our

madness began.

The rain outside didn't wet us, your

smile warmed me

in our little

love nest.

Years have passed and we are still here.

Same table, same. We

still order the same things from you and I still give you

roses.

Our little corner bar holds

the secret

of our love. A cappuccino

is magic. That's where our

madness began.

The rain outside didn't wet us. Your

smile warmed me

in our little

love nest.

The waiter still smiles at us,

he knows our entire history written

between the tables of this bar

that we never want to leave. Our

little corner bar holds the secret

of our love. A cappuccino

and magic. That's where our

madness began,

our little

you and me

forever.

The sun is filtering through,

it's already morning,

the moka pot is smoking

in the kitchen, I can

smell the aroma.

of coffee, but my first thought is

you.

I'm as drunk on you as I am on my coffee.

You are the only one who is strong and sweet, the warmth that

wakes me up the most. I'm lost in you,

my love. You are the aroma I want every time,

no sugar needed.

If you're here,

your smile is enough for

me.

Your low voice

in the morning

is the music

that stays close to me.

I'm as drunk on you as I am on my coffee.

You are the only one who is strong and sweet. The heat that

wakes me up the most. I'm lost in you.

My love, you are the aroma I want every time they

say coffee makes me shiver.

Maybe that's why my heart

beats so fast when I see you.

You are my sweet

addiction. I'm as drunk on you as I am on

my coffee. You are strong and sweet, only you are the

warmth that wakes me up the most.

My coffee,

drunk on you,

love. Ah. I

opened a drawer

that I never opened.

The dust of time

on the dreams I left behind.

And inside a music box

worn by the years. I

turned the key

and you started talking to me again.

It's a fading melody

that plays softly tonight. It

reminds me of a life that felt like

spring.

It was a lost melody,

but it hurts more than ever, like a

lost love I've never forgotten.

I remember the party at the beach that evening.

on these notes without wanting to stop.

You said, this love

will never end, I swear,

the music was ours.

Now the world is empty.

A faded melody

playing softly tonight

reminds me of a lifetime. which felt like

spring.

It's a lost melody,

but it hurts more than ever, like a

lost love I've never forgotten.

Because beautiful things

fly away

like shooting stars on this

gray night.

The carion stops,

but in the silence I hear

your breath still

carried away by the wind.

It's a lost melody

that plays only for me. It

reminds me of your face

and asks me why

my lost love

that I never forgot

.

Faded.

Свядите

май.

My hands are freezing.

I walk through this city

with nowhere to go.

The coat isn't enough for me.

To warm my soul

I search my pocket,

but find nothing.

Oh,

the warmth of a hand

that isn't there. more

than there is anymore.

I miss so much love the warmth of

a hand. Yours, mine, you held it so cold

and winter was

no longer there.

I remember that bench,

snow everywhere around us. You were blowing

on my fingers.

You're shaking, you

told me and smiled

with those eyes. Now I'm shivering,

but from the cold, right?

Oh,

the warmth of a hand

that is no longer there.

That is no longer there.

I miss so much love, the warmth of

a hand. Yours, mine, you held it so cold

and winter was

no longer there.

They say the heart warms as

memories

grow.

Memories are ghosts that make the

cold colder. I just want

one more time. I

feel the warmth of a hand

that is no longer there.

That is no longer there.

I miss so much love, the warmth of

a hand. You held yours, mine, so tightly,

and winter was

no more.

How cold,

cold

without you.

The four white walls

look at me in silence.

Every step I take

seems like a huge noise. I

turned off the radio

so I wouldn't hear anything,

but the silence is louder. And it's

messing with my

mind.

There is an echo in this empty apartment.

It's your absence that speaks to me softly.

It's the sound of memories that don't go away

. It's my heart calling you.

In vain

the cry of laughter.

which is no longer there.

The faucet drips Tik Took and

marks the time

of this agony of mine

that knows no wind.

I'm afraid to speak

because I don't want to hear my voice.

Going back alone

so cold, so excruciating.

There is an echo in this empty apartment.

It's your absence that speaks to me softly.

It's the sound of memories that don't go away

. It is my heart that calls you

in vain.

The echo of a laugh

that I no longer gave in to.

I tried to scream your name, but

only my love comes back, my love,

and only goodbye answers,

this emptiness

is killing me.

There is an echo in this apartment. emptiness

is your absence that speaks to me softly.

It's the sound of memories that don't go away

.

My heart that calls you

in vain.

The echo of our love

that is now

no longer there.

Empty,

here

alone.

The Arno

reflects them,

the sky is about to light up.

of a red that tastes of Chianti.

We are here

on the old bridge.

Florence 1960.

People walk slowly, art watches us

in silence. And

you, you

look at me.

Oh, this wine-colored sunset

burns in my heart,

burns like you.

and

ancient and beautiful Florence,

you are the cradle of our love. A love

of 60, strong and sincere, born in a

wine-colored sunset.

The dome of the Cathedral

looks like a dark jewel against the

ever-darkening velvet sky. You

hold my hand tightly,

my heart is beating fast.

No need to say words.

This moment is a poem.

Oh, this wine-colored sunset

burns in my heart,

burns like you.

Ancient and beautiful Florence.

You are the cradle of our love, a

strong and sincere love of self, born in a

wine-colored sunset.

From Piazzale Michelangelo,

the city at our feet like a

Renaissance painting.

Our history is written here among

these eternal stones.

Oh, this colorful sunset

burns in my heart.

My love.

Ancient and beautiful Florence.

You are the cradle of our love, a

strong and sincere love of 60, born in a

colorful sunset.

Florence,

you are

our

wine-colored love. M.

In the dark closet at the back,

almost hidden,

this morning I found

that thing that was yours

and only a piece of silk as

blue as your eyes,

but I held it tight to my heart

and closed mine.

Oh, the silk scarf

forgotten here with you.

Your perfume still drives my

head and heart crazy.

The silk scarf

is the only real thing I have

left of our love on this

dark night.

I remember when you took her

to the restaurant that night,

you said she made you feel cold

and I held her for you.

Now I'm just clutching a piece of fabric

that's freezing in my hands

and I wonder where you are and what you're doing. Tomorrow

I have the silk scarf

I forgot here with you.

Your perfume still drives my

head and heart crazy.

The silk scarf

is the only real thing I have

left of our love. Did you leave this

dark night

by mistake

or to tell me not to come back? It

doesn't matter anymore love,

the scent

is starting to fade

and I'm scared.

Oh, the silk scarf

forgotten here by you.

Your scent fades and you fade

with it.

The silk scarf

is the only real thing I have

left from the first king this

night.

Black,

your scent fades.

M.

It's still there,

in the corner covered in a veil

of dust.

The black and white keys

await your hands.

I remember the evenings,

your fingers dancing,

you played our

song

and I

looked at you.

Now it's just our silent piano,

a wooden heart that no longer beats. The

music ended along with our love

and this silence makes a noise that

kills the heart,

our silent plan.

I tried to play, but my hands are

shaking without yours nearby the notes

resonate.

Every key is a memory, every silence is

a goodbye. How could you turn off

my love?

Now it's just our silent piano,

a wooden heart that no longer beats. The

music ended along with our love

and this silence makes a noise that

kills the heart.

Our silent plan.

Maybe if I close my eyes

I can still hear you playing that

melody

that used to drive me crazy.

But I open my eyes

and everything is silent,

silent. No.

Silent,

a wooden heart that no longer beats. The

music ended along with our love

and this silence makes a noise that

kills the heart.

Our

silent plan.

Silence is

over.

finished.

I'm back here

in our old cafe.

The waiter smiled at me.

How long? And

where is she? I didn't

say no, I

just looked down

and sat down right

where she was sitting.

Oh,

our empty table

with one chair across from me.

The coffee is bitter this morning

because I don't drink it with you.

Our empty table

speaks to me of times gone by,

of a love so great that now is no

more.

I remember your hands holding

this wood,

the whispered laughter

so as not to disturb the kingdom,

our little kingdom

in a corner of the world.

Two cappuccinos, please. Now I'll just say

one,

oh

our empty table

with one chair in front of me.

The coffee is bitter this morning

because I don't drink it with you.

Our empty table

speaks to me of times gone by,

of a love so great that now is no

more.

People talk, laugh,

life goes on outside,

but I'm stuck here in this chair.

that was yours.

I'd like to tell you, sorry to keep

you waiting,

but the chair is silent.

Oh,

our empty table

with one chair across from me.

Cold coffee this morning

like my heart without you. And our

empty table

speaks to me of times gone by,

of a love so great that now is no

more.

A

single empty coffee.

The lights of the city.

The sound of people walking. These

60s are running strong. Some seek fame,

some fortune.

The world changes as fast as the wind.

Everything seems new for a moment.

Fashions pass like clouds.

What remains among these dusts?

We look into each other's eyes and understand that

everything else is just smoke. In the midst of

this great boom we have only one thing

left: love,

love.

The only light in this great noise is

love.

Love

stronger than time, stronger than

fate, the only true thing that keeps you

close, our love.

Love if str.

They talk about wars, about borders,

about new stars, new mornings. But I

see the world in your eyes, without

fear, without retouching.

Let's leave the revolutions,

the great races and the illusions to others.

For us, life is like this: a kiss

given with simplicity.

We look into each other's eyes and understand that

everything else is just smoke. In the midst of

this great boom. We have only one,

only love remains.

Love.

The only light in this great noise is

love.

Love

stronger than time, stronger than

destiny. The only real thing that keeps you

close, our love.

Love is holy.

Perhaps one day everything will vanish,

this youth, this city, but I know that

this feeling will resist

every wind.

Only love remains.

Love,

only love remains.

Love.

The only light in this great noise is

love.

Love

stronger than time, stronger than

fate, the only true thing.

My love,

our love.

Love, you were

love,

only love remains,

love, you are gone.

The beach is deserted,

winter is here with me.

The sky is ash-colored and I think only

of you.

The cold wind brings me

the taste of salt

and a question to my heart that hurts so much

.

They are whispers sent to the sea. Where are you

my love? I ask the waves to carry

this long goodbye of mine

or perhaps a come back soon that is lost

in infinity.

They are whispers sent to the sea

by a wounded heart.

I remember last summer the two of us were laughing here

.

The sun on your skin, your promises

.

You said the sea unites us, it will

not separate us.

Now the sea is a giant

that speaks to me only of you. They are

sent back to the sea. Where are you

my love, I ask the waves to carry

this long farewell of mine.

Or maybe a come back soon that gets lost

in infinity.

They are whispers sent to the sea

by a wounded heart. You too look at

this moon

up there on the other side, you hear my voice

looking for you in the night

wave.

Please,

take it to him. Come on,

send yourself back to the sea where you are,

my love. I ask the waves to carry

this cry of mine, God. And while the sea

responds with its deep sound,

I send you a whisper,

the last in the world.

Darling,

where are you?

Mari.

I look at this old photo I'm holding in my

hands. I search for your eyes, love, which

seem so far away.

Temp is a cruel thief who steals

side dishes. I'm afraid of waking up and not

finding you

in my days.

Oh no,

your face fades like

rain-soaked ink and the fear

strikes me that I'll lose you again.

Please, time, stop, don't take

his details away from me. Just

give it back to me for

a moment.

I close my eyes tightly. I try to

remember what your laugh was like that

made the sea sing. What was your

voice like when you said love. I only feel a

silence

that freezes my heart.

Oh no!

Your face fades like

rain-soaked ink and the fear

of losing you again grips me.

Please, time stop. Don't take

her details away from me. Just

give it back to me for

a moment.

What if one day you forgot

the color of your hair?

And if you no longer remembered

the kisses on your skin,

you would truly be dead forever

inside.

No.

Oh no,

your face fades like morning mist

. Memory

betrays me and I lose you near. Please

stay still, don't fade away.

Please do

n't leave

yet.

Fear, the

end.

This world is full of lies.

This life is full of melancholy.

I was lost

in the dark night,

unable to find a safe light.

I thought my heart was dead,

just an echo

in the wind.

Love, you came like the sun,

you chased away

all the darkness.

Love, you are the reason I live,

you are the strength

for my tomorrow. I do

n't care what happens, I don't

care about fate, I just need

you. he is here with me, with you I own

heaven. I have

no need of gold or wealth.

Your voice is my strength. I do

n't care what people say.

Our love is more powerful. Just one

look from you and I take flight.

Love, you came like the sun,

you chased away

all the darkness.

Love, you are the reason I live.

You are the strength

for my tomorrow. I do

n't care what happens, I don't

care about fate, I just need

you. You are here with me, with you I own

heaven.

Take my hand, never let go.

Even if the world

were to fall apart, the

two of us together for eternity.

Oh

love, you came like the sun,

you chased away

all the darkness.

Love, you are the reason I live.

You are the strength

for my tomorrow.

My love,

you are

life.

Love.

The old woman. Radio

is still singing

our song

just for us.

You still remember

when we met,

you so shy

in the rain.

This melody is ours alone, it has

overcome

so much pain.

Every note is a memory, the first kiss,

your serene gaze.

The years go by, our hair is gray,

but our love

is as it was then.

This song

sings for the two of us. I

still love you.

Like the first day, it's

still raining heavily outside,

but in our hearts

there is still sunshine.

Just listen,

just listen to this song,

this song of our young

eternal love.

This melody is ours alone, it has

overcome so much pain.

Every note is a memory, the first kiss,

your serene gaze. The years go by, our

hair is gray, but our love

is as it was then.

This song

sings for the two of us. I

still love you

like the first day.

The world outside is moving fast. Fashions

change, songs too, but

not this one,

this one stays here in the heart.

This melody is ours alone, it has

overcome so much pain.

Every note is a memory, the first kiss,

your serene gaze.

our song

forever,

for the two of us.

Evening in Rome the golden leaves.

I was walking alone with a tired heart, then

I saw you smiling

and time stopped in an instant,

because I saw the entire sky rest

in your clear eyes. A thousand stars

shine like words. I don't have to

wait any longer for love here. Please tell me this isn't a

dream.

Tell me you're not just a thought.

I want to hold you in my arms

forever.

To love you like this.

I didn't believe in fairy tales anymore.

I thought love was fragile, but you

are here before me and the whole world makes

sense to you,

because I saw the whole sky rest

in your clear eyes. A thousand stars

shine like words. I don't have to

wait any longer for love here. Please tell me this isn't a

dream.

Tell me you're not just a thought.

I want to hold you in my arms

forever and

love you like this.

Life is a storm,

it's a sea, but your eyes are my

harbor. I ask for nothing else.

I ask nothing

but you,

for I have seen the whole sky rest

in your eyes, the clear

stars shining like words. I do

n't have to wait any longer for love here.

of heaven

in your eyes,

my love.

The golden light.

On the warm San Pietrini Rome watches us

silently.

As you walk beside me. The air

smells of pine trees

and newborn dreams in Piazza Navona in

the evening.

Your smile shines brighter than

the moon.

It's a whisper of Roman summer, a

secret that only we know. A

promise exchanged quietly near

the water of a fountain.

Oh love, this moment seems eternal.

You are my sweet life, my sky,

our love a whisper of

Roman summer.

A lemon ice cream

that we eat while walking. The little

lights of Trastevere are fallen stars

for us. The Tiber flows slowly,

like time has stood still. There's no

need to say a word, just

your hand in mine.

It's a whisper of Roman summer, a

secret that only we know. A

promise exchanged quietly near

the water of a fountain.

Oh love, this moment seems eternal.

You are my sweet life, my sky,

our love, a whisper of

Roman summer.

Maybe tomorrow summer will end

and the echoes of the days will fade.

But this night in your eyes Rome is

ours forever.

It's a whisper of Roman summer. A

secret that only we know. A

promise exchanged. Plan near

the water of a fountain.

Oh love, this moment seems eternal.

You are my sweet life, my sky,

our love a whisper of

Roman summer.

Rome.

Summer

my love. Yes.

I walk through the streets of Florence. I think about

tonight, about your caresses.

I walk into a bar, it smells good.

The strong aroma of coffee. But the aroma of

you is even sweeter. The perfume that makes me fall

in love.

More than coffee, more than ice cream,

I just want to be close to you.

Yes, the scent of you on my skin makes me

dream.

Under the stars you are my life,

you are my why.

I drink a

bitter, strong espresso, but I think of the sweetness of

your doors. Your lips I want to

kiss. You are the love

that makes me dream.

But the aroma of you is sweeter still. It's

the perfume that makes me fall in love.

More than coffee, more than jasmine,

I just want to be close to you.

Yes, the scent of you on my skin makes me

dream.

Under the stars you are my life,

you are my why.

The city is beautiful, but without you it is like a

flower without color. I'm just waiting to

come back

to breathe you

and love you.

Yes, the aroma of you is even sweeter.

Now the perfume that makes me fall in love.

More than coffee, more than jasmine.

I just want to be close to you.

The aroma of you.

What a sweet scent,

my love.

Oh.

The Arno flows slowly under the Ponte

Vecchio. The dome of the Duomo is a

reflection in a mirror. Florence is

beautiful tonight,

but something real is missing in my heart.

I take the pen from this little table, just a

couple of lines to tell you that I'm

close to you.

This is a postcard from Florence, it says

"I'm thinking of you with a thousand caresses. Greetings and

kisses."

My distant love, I wish you were here

holding your hand.

Florence is a dream, but you are my

reality.

I saw the David so proud and perfect,

the paintings in the Uffizi that filled my

chest, but all this art and its

poetry is not worth a smile from your

mouth, my life.

This is a postcard from Florence, it says

"I think of you with a thousand caresses. Greetings and

kisses, my love. Far away, I wish you

were here holding your hand.

Florence is a dream, but you are my

reality.

Ah,

this city is an open-air museum,

but without you it is an incomplete picture. I

swear to you, love, one day we will return

and hand in hand

we will see it together. M.

This is a postcard from Florence. It says

"I think of you". With a thousand caresses.

Greetings and kisses. My distant love. I wish you were

here holding your hand.

Florence is a dream, but you are my

reality.

Postcard from Florence, I

think of you,

love. He.

The silver moon

lights up the lagoon.

Our gondola glides slowly. What

magical luck.

The gondolier sings

an old tune

that speaks of love, of dreams. Just for

us, my love.

Oh, serenade

on the lagoon. Under this failing moon,

Venice looks at us with a thousand eyes.

Our love blossoms tonight, a

light kiss. Between the canals. Perfect moments,

without equal. This is the Our

serenade. An

unforgettable night of love.

The Rialto Bridge

greets us from afar.

The lights of the ancient houses

slowly reflect.

In your eyes I see the sky,

I see brighter stars.

In this silence of water,

we

diamonds are alone. Oh, serenade

on the lagoon under this pale moon.

Venice looks at us with a thousand eyes.

Our love blossoms tonight, a

light kiss between the canals. Perfect moments

without equal. This is our

serenade, an

unforgettable night of love.

Time has stopped here

between the water and the sky.

My heart beats only for you.

This is a dream, but it's true.

Oh, serenade

on the lagoon under this pale moon.

Venice looks at us with a thousand eyes.

Our love blossoms tonight. A

light kiss between the canals. Perfect moments

without equal. This is our

serenade, an

unforgettable night of love.

Venice,

love serenade.

Goodnight.