Alma mia
My soul, alone, always alone
Without anyone understanding its suffering, its horrible suffering
Feigning an existence
Always full of joy and pleasure
Of joy and pleasure
If I found a soul like mine
How many secrets I’d tell it
A soul that when looking at me, without saying anything
Tells me everything with its gaze
A soul that intoxicates with gentle breath
That when I kiss it, it feels what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul like mine
A soul that when looking at me, without saying anything
Tells me everything with its gaze
A soul that intoxicates with gentle breath
That when I kiss it, it feels what I feel
And sometimes I wonder what would happen
If I found a soul like mine