Alma mia (en inglés)

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