Translation of Rosa Nera from Italian to English
In the middle of the railway tracks
I tricked my heart that was full of holes
Then I came into the streets to grow and live
I judged those who passed by, calling them by another name
I didn't believe you would fall in love with that girl
Do you want to know what love is?
It's something that over time makes you feel better
It's a journey you take with another person
It's the moment you stop and your heart beats fast
I'll tell you a story
Listen well, this boy next to me wasn't well
He spent his life on sidewalks and disappointments
Black roses, and now I'll explain why this color
He was still a child
When to live he came onto the big streets
The fire lit up his eyes full of fear
He prayed to the saints but never heard anyone
One day I got angry and decided to save him
I wanted to bring back his dignity and kindness
And so, talking one evening, I stole his heart
Black rose, he wasn't anyone's child
With that child's face, he suffered so much
With his eyes closed in the dark among a thousand holes
They call him black rose
I bought you one evening
You fell in love forever and now you bring it to your mother like a real thing
This rose is no longer black
For me, it has never been easy
But it's the thing that makes me feel good deep in my soul
And when people talked to me about him, they couldn't imagine
My heart stopped and inside I started to cry
A rose is always a rose and it doesn't matter the color
He is a black rose but carries the same scent
My life is with me, it doesn't belong to the streets
And I want one day to be given a child
I want to walk around Naples every evening hand in hand
And when I can't do it, we will go far away
Leaving behind the wall and also my life
For all the times he suffered in the middle of the railway tracks
Black rose, he wasn't anyone's child
With that child's face, he suffered so much
With his eyes closed in the dark among a thousand holes
They call him black rose
I bought you one evening
You fell in love forever and now you bring it to your mother like a real thing
This rose is no longer black
This star in the middle of the railway tracks
Now is shining in front of God
And in a wedding dress sewn with dignity