Music!

I cannot stay here still, with my hands in my hands,
there's so many things I must do before tomorrow comes
And if she is already sleeping, I cannot rest at all;
I'll do such things, that, when she wakes up,
she won't forget me anymore.
And to make this long night not blacker than black,
make yourself big, sweet Moon, and fill the whole sky.
And for her bright smile to come back again, shine, Sun, tomorrow morning, like you never did before...

Then, to make her sing the songs she has learned,
I will build for her a silence that nobody ever heard...
I'll wake up all the lovers, I'll talk for hours and hours,
let's close in a stronger embrace, because she wants love.

Then let's run through the streets and let's start dancing,
because she wants joy,
because she hates sadness;
then, with buckets of colorful paint, let's paint all the walls of homes, alleys and palaces,
because she loves colors;
let's pick up all the flowers that Spring can give us,
let's build a cradle for her, to love each other when evening falls.
Then let's climb to the sky and catch a star for her,
because Margherita is good,
because Margherita is beautiful;
because Margherita is sweet,
because Margherita is real,
because Margherita loves
and she does it through the entire night;

because Margherita is a dream,
because Margherita is life's essence,
because Margherita is the wind
and she doesn't know she can hurt;
because Margherita is everything
and she is my insanity;
Margherita, Margherita,
Margherita is now mine.

Margherita is mine...