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You don't love me anymore

I have seen craving in your beautiful sea-green eyes.
Do not negate it.
I asked you: Why don't you talk?
But, Carmè, you remained silent, just like now.
And so, it came to me that you think about another.
 
Carmè, Carmè,
you do not love me anymore,
you do not take care of me anymore.
(repeat 2 times)
 
This little hand of yours,
abandoned and cold,
it is no longer the one that once trembled.
Do not negate it.
This lips of yours, that are always laughing, I have never seen them as still as now.
And so, it came to me that you think about another.
 
Carmè, Carmè,
You do not love me anymore,
you do not take care of me anymore.
(repeat 2 times)
 
Yes sir,
It is written and destined that even the end of love is to come.
Do not negate it.
But, how much agony is there, when it dies, this poor love,
and how badly it ends,
just like now.
But, if you don't think about another one right now,
who cares? You left me.
 
Carmè, Carmè,
You do not love me anymore,
you do not take care of me anymore.
(repeat 2 times)
 

Chain...

-Chain, you, who keep me shackled
you, who never break, you, who are both light and heavy!
-But it was I myself who binded me:
And now, I am carrying you for twenty-four months...
 

Married

How beautiful it is to smoke after having a meal,
Full and relaxed on a sofa
And remain so for half an hour, resting,
Spectacles on eyes and newspaper in hand.
 
Sometimes, I was like that, half dazed,
I felt that I was slowly falling a sleep,
a child of mine restrained himself
and his mother who was shouting at him from far away.
 
But than all of a sudden, the child rested wildly on the door...
My wife pushed him and it all fell apart.
 
He jumps, yells and drags the carpet,
he throws himself at it and grabs my by the belly...
Unfortunately! Even here I can not rest!
 

March

March: a little rain
and another little stops ...
Back to rain, rain ...
the sun laughs with water.
 
Now a heavenly sky,
now air that is dark and black...
Now the winter storms,
now an air of the spring ...
March, a little rain
and another little stops ...
 
Fozen bird,
wait for the sun to come out ...
On wet ground
the violets sigh ...
 
Catherine, what else do you want?
Understand me, (and)
my heart:
March, you know, it's you ...
and this bird is me ...
March, a little rain
and another little stops ...
 
March, you know, it's you ...(Catherine)
and this bird is me ...
March, a little rain
and another little stops