My life without you is a life without certainty Where I survive by habit, by recollecting memories My life without you is a celebration of insipid days Where everything is vain and everything is empty, deprived of hope and future My life without you is a journey without stop From the next day to the next morning, I die of melancholy, of melancholy My life without you is a celebration of hours where death melts In me, all the misfortunes of the world that haunt my days and my nights My life without you, to whom is it wrong, to whom is it wrong For whom are regrets and remorse, uncertainty and dismay Without the slightest glimmer of hope, I don't know anything, I don't know anymore The voices of happiness have gone, deprived of you, far from your heart Loneliness scares me My life without you, deprived of its reason to live Looking for a path to follow, to divert the course of destiny My life without you, has no meaning and reason to be Should I live or disappear, so that my torment comes to an end My life without you, tell me, tell me, what should I do In the troubled waters of misery, where I get lost and drown, when far from me My life without you, your skin, your voice are accomplices And in your arms, they betray me, without care of what will be tomorrow My life without you