Translation of the song lyrics Ballando Al Buio - Stadio

Ballando Al Buio (original)

Pensi all’amore
Pensando a me
Ti batte il cuore
Dimmi perchè
Le paure che hai
I sogni incerti
Non confonderti mai
Saran tuoi sempre
Senti l’amore
Stringiti a me
Ti batte il cuore
Dimmi il perchè
Questo tempo per noi
È poco e prezioso
Passerà prima o poi
E non tornerà
Se ti stringo un pò di più
Ballando al buio in silenzio
Il tempo, il tempo sorriderà
Ballando al buio, in silenzio… in silenzio
Ti bacio piano
Piccola mia
Bacio il respiro
Che porta via
Le paure che hai
I sogni incerti
Non li scorderò mai
Saran per sempre
Se ti stringo un pò di più
Ballando al buio in silenzio
Il tempo, il tempo sorriderà
Ballando al buio
In silenzio, in silenzio…

Ballando Al Buio (translation)

You ponder love, as one might gaze on distant fire,
And in that thought, I flicker—shy, uncertain flame—
Your heart, a bird at dusk, begins its quickened choir,
Confide to me—what stirs its flight? What name?
Those fears you keep, coiled shadows in your room,
Dreams, half-awake, that hover on the sill—
Beware the fog that would obscure their bloom;
Let them be yours, unvanquished, steadfast still.
Do you hear how love, like wind through orchard, sings?
Come closer—draw your shelter from my chest,
Your heart—again the restless beat of wings—
Tell me, why does longing make you restless?
This hour, carved for us alone, eludes the clock,
A drop of gold held trembling in the glass,
It slips—too soon, the sand departs the rock,
And, once departed, does not turn or pass.
If I enfold you closer, past the old restraint,
Waltzing in the hush where shadows spill,
Time, capricious, might bestow its smile—
Waltzing in the hush, where all is still... is still...
I kiss you softly, as rain leans to the vine,
My little one—my blossom just in bloom—
I press my lips to breath, your silent sign,
And taste the air that carries grief from this room.
Those fears you cradle, spun of midnight thread,
Those dreams unsure, like mist about the dawn,
None will escape me—never left for dead—
They shall endure, though all else be withdrawn.
If I enfold you closer, past the old restraint,
Waltzing in the hush where shadows spill,
Time, capricious, might bestow its smile—
Waltzing in the dark,
Where every word is silence, silence still...