Next to me two young women sit,
In a tongue I do not know
they talk of unseen things

In their eyes I can see their love and in their faces I can feel the joy of sharing

I do not know of what they speak
But it will be tales of boys and love and youthful dreams

From time to time a familiar name is heard, Alessandro, David to name but two and when they speak they laugh and I can feel their joy

Despite not understanding
the language of love
And friendship rings out true