Moonlight Will Always Be With Me

for a long time before our meeting,
maybe I didn’t hear a thing.
all these thousands of voices fleeting,
that through the fragile silence sting.

I try to understand myself, restrain,
but everything occurs in vain.
I feel like a target — hollow, broken,
with every shot, my will unspoken.

I just have to look in the mirror,
turn on the track — make the meaning clearer.
“la paura del buio” — fear of the dark,
“le parole lontane” — words that leave no mark.

you found me, and I found you too,
in unrestrained moments, painfully true.
I feel I’m losing my mind completely,
but no one must know it — discreetly.

I found my soul, and I found Marlena,
who lit my night — my moon, my vena.
she showed the light inside the tunnel,
a whisper soft, a silver funnel.

this moonlight will burn forever bright,
until my love fades with the night.
but I believe I’ll face my fears,
step through the dark, past all my tears.

mock me then, I do not care,
the dark no longer brings despair.
I’ve learned to wait, to fight, to breathe,
to find my power underneath.

I’ll beg the world to let me dream,
to live the life I want — extreme.
but still, I fear the storm unseen,
that kills the calm where I have been.

I only wish to just be me,
with one last hope, one melody —
one meaning left, one fragile key:
the moonlight will always be with me.