Translation of the song lyrics Adio Amore - Rasta

Adio Amore (original)

Okreni mi leđa
Da ne gledam suze u tim zenicama
Da ne gledam usne kako se koče
Dok kažeš mi «Da, dobro sam ja»
Okreni
A pogledima svojim više ne znam da vladam
Dok iz ruke mi pada
Čaša kristala što se lomi, lomi kô mi
Adio amore, još volim te jako
Iako si davno izgubila sjaj
Gledam te kako se rušiš polako
A kada to vidim — tad rušim se ja
Adio amore, još volim te jako
Još uvek si ono dete iz sna
Od toga se neću ja rastati nikad
Ti nekog drugog odvuci do dna
Daj, baci telefon
Hajde, suoči se sa mnom, kaži šta osećaš
Ma koliko gadno, ma koliko jadno je
Razumeću ja i samo ja
Okreni
A pogledima svojim više ne znam da vladam
Dok iz ruke mi pada
Čaša kristala što se lomi, lomi kô mi
Adio amore, još volim te jako
Iako si davno izgubila sjaj
Gledam te kako se rušiš polako
A kada to vidim — tad rušim se ja
Adio amore, još volim te jako
Još uvek si ono dete iz sna
Od toga se neću ja rastati nikad
Ti nekog drugog odvuci do dna

Adio Amore (translation)

Turn your back to me—let evening clouds eclipse the sun,
So I might not behold those rain-swollen pools within your eyes,
So I might not witness your mouth’s shivering arch freeze,
While you murmur, ‘Yes, I am well,’ a brittle masquerade—
Turn away,
For I can no longer govern the wild compass of my gaze,
As from my hand—weightless—
The crystal chalice tumbles, fractures, and sings of me, breaking twice—
Adio, amore—still, you are my fevered longing,
Though your luster fled with vanished years,
I watch you, a spire unmoored, slowly disintegrating—
And in that vision, I too unravel, stone by stone,
Adio, amore—still, you are my fevered longing,
Still, you remain the child fashioned from my dream,
Such dreamstuff—never will I wrest it from my soul,
Let someone else be led by your hand into the undertow—
Come—cast the telephone away,
Stand before me—speak what the marrow of your spirit holds,
No matter how ruinous, how scorned or threadbare the truth,
None but I will fathom, only I,
Turn away,
For I can no longer govern the wild compass of my gaze,
As from my hand—weightless—
The crystal chalice tumbles, fractures, and sings of me, breaking twice—
Adio, amore—still, you are my fevered longing,
Though your luster fled with vanished years,
I watch you, a spire unmoored, slowly disintegrating—
And in that vision, I too unravel, stone by stone,
Adio, amore—still, you are my fevered longing,
Still, you remain the child fashioned from my dream,
Such dreamstuff—never will I wrest it from my soul,
Let someone else be led by your hand into the undertow—