Y pienso en ti (Ricchi e Poveri)

Y pienso en ti Esta noche vestida de lágrimas y viento es la noche que todos esperábamos tanto y la radio transmite una música de aquéllas hecha adrede para enamorar a las estrellas. La ventana se abre y la noche entra en casa y la luna entre nubes se asoma sin prisa y tu cara hecha luz se dibuja en mi mente, faltas tú en esta noche de amor ausente, ausente. Y pienso en ti porque tú eres la luna más blanca que cruza mi cielo, pienso en ti porque tú eres la estrella que vuela detrás de mi vuelo. Pienso en ti porque piense la cosa que piense, que piense te quiero. Y pienso en ti aunque estés con la gente metido en todo ese lío, pienso en ti, debe ser porque tú eres el único sueño que es mío. Pienso en ti porque piense la cosa que piense, que piense te quiero. Menos mal que aún me queda una lágrima que darte, tú me faltas y debo gritártelo bien fuerte. Un gitano me ha dicho “no llores, es el destino, es tu amor y no puede robártelo ninguno”. Algún día hablarán los periódicos de esto, dos personas se quieren, con su amor les basta. Y la radio transmite una música de aquéllas hecha adrede para enamorar a las estrellas, estrellas. Y pienso en ti porque tú eres la luna más blanca que cruza mi cielo, pienso en ti porque tú eres la estrella que vuela detrás de mi vuelo. Pienso en ti porque piense la cosa que piense, que piense te quiero. Y pienso en ti aunque estés con la gente metido en todo ese lío, pienso en ti debe ser porque tú eres el único sueño que es mío. Pienso en ti porque piense la cosa que piense, que piense te quiero. Y pienso en ti porque tú eres la luna más blanca que cruza mi cielo, pienso en ti porque tú eres la estrella que vuela detrás de mi vuelo. Pienso en ti porque piense la cosa que piense, que piense te quiero. Y pienso en ti aunque estés con la gente metido en todo ese lío, pienso en ti...

And I think of you This night dressed of tears and wind is the night that we all were waiting for and the radio transmits music from those made deliberately for make fall in love the stars. Window is open and the night comes into the house and the moon among clouds appears slowly and your face made light is drawn in my mind, you are missing tonight of absent love, absent. And I think of you because you are the whitest moon who crosses my sky, I think of you because you are the star who flies behind my flight. I think of you because think what I think, I love you. And I think of you although you are in a mess with all this people, I think of you, it must be because you are the only dream who is mine. I think of you because think what I think, I love you. Thankfully I still have a tear to give you, I miss you and I have to shout it loud. A gipsy has told me “don’t cry, this is the destiny, it’s your love and nobody can steal it”. One day the newspapers will talk about this, two people love each other, is enough with their love. And the radio transmits music from those made deliberately for make fall in love the stars, stars. And I think of you because you are the whitest moon who crosses my sky, I think of you because you are the star who flies behind my flight. I think of you because think what I think, I love you. And I think of you although you are in a mess with all this people, I think of you, it must be because you are the only dream who is mine. I think of you because think what I think, I love you. And I think of you because you are the whitest moon who crosses my sky, I think of you because you are the star who flies behind my flight. I think of you because think what I think, I love you. And I think of you although you are in a mess with all this people, I think of you...