Chorus:
The moment I held you in my arms,
I dreamed of the end of the world.
I wished the final curtain had fallen,
and the lights had went out, while I held you in my arms.
If I was talented enough, I’d write a hit song about you,
or you and me together, arm in arm.
I’d write a hook about us both
and books about your looks,
but no language offers enough words.
About your beauty I could sing in Esperanto,
about your charm I’d write a poem en francaise.
Your temper I’d describe in Italiano
and in English I’d make use of the cliché:
If I had money and big friends, I’d film a movie about us
with lots of special effects and the sweetest happy end.
I would imagine us together hand in hand,
in interviews I would pretend:
A moment like a poem, written by god’s hands.
He wrote the door is open, in hope we’d understand.
A moment like a poem, written by god’s hands.
He wrote the doors are open, in hope we’d understand.
One moment an omen that dreams can come true.
One moment, for a moment that I spent with you.
One moment no one between me and you,
we looked into the storm and the sky became blue.
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