Is it needed to stay here? Growing old without you? Even dying is a right if there aren’t the ones who love us anymore. Don’t try to understand, don’t ask us more than this. Love burnt us alive but stay in the cold, you, down here! I die for him, I die for love. Romeo, Romeo, nothing makes sense anymore by now. Romeo, I die {lit. : in Italian it’s a general “You” that we always consider as a general “third person” in the passive form} if the dawn comes and then there isn’t your taste on me. It may be that you feel sufferance. Mine [the sufferance] was immense. I leave you this absurd scene but make me fly away! I die for him, I die for love. Romeo, Romeo, nothing makes sense anymore by now. Romeo, I don’t live if in this night of lies you don’t have [your] lips on mine! Romeo, [my] love! I’ll be next to you, soon! Romeo, I die if the dawn comes and then there isn’t your taste on me!
