Translation of the song lyrics Come faceva freddo - Nada

Come faceva freddo (original)

Le finestre non sono tutte uguali
anche le porte hanno un’anima
sentire sempre le stesse cose
purtroppo due vite noiose
Lui invece ogni giorno era nuovo
è lui la cosa che ho persa
apriva una porta sei piani di scale
ogni giorno una cosa diversa
Come faceva freddo
com’era bello che lui fosse lì
lui mi guardava
come faceva freddo
Come faceva freddo
com’era bello che io fosse lì
lui mi stringeva
come faceva freddo
Anche le finestre avevano un cuore
c’era una porta che faceva rumore
e mentre lui moriva d’inedia
lo scongiuravo dall’unica sedia
come faceva freddo
com’era bello che lui fosse lì
apro una porta sei piani di scale
ci sono i suoi quadri ma lui non c'è più
Come faceva freddo
com’era bello che lui fosse lì
lui mi guardava
come… come faceva freddo
Anche le finestre avevano un cuore
c’era una porta che faceva rumore
e mentre lui moriva d’inedia
io lo scongiuravo dall’unica sedia
come faceva freddo
com’era bello che lui fosse lì
apro una porta sei piani di scale
ci sono i suoi quadri ma lui non c'è più
Come faceva freddo
come faceva freddo
lui mi guardava
come faceva freddo

Come faceva freddo (translation)

Not all windows are the same
even the doors have a soul
always feel the same things
unfortunately two boring lives
He, on the other hand, was new every day
he is the thing that I have lost
opened a door six floors of stairs
something different every day
How cold it was
how beautiful it was that he was there
he looked at me
how cold it was
How cold it was
how beautiful it was that I was there
he held me
how cold it was
The windows also had a heart
there was a door that made a noise
and while he was dying of starvation
I begged him from the one chair
how cold it was
how beautiful it was that he was there
I open a door six floors of stairs
there are his paintings of him but he is no longer there
How cold it was
how beautiful it was that he was there
he looked at me
like… how cold it was
The windows also had a heart
there was a door that made a noise
and while he was dying of starvation
I begged him from the one chair
how cold it was
how beautiful it was that he was there
I open a door six floors of stairs
there are his paintings of him but he is no longer there
How cold it was
how cold it was
he looked at me
how cold it was