My cousin, Vlado, returned to Slovakia and his family there, after all the hullbaloo was over. I have not been able to find him since. I visited him in Genova, Italia--twice--but we have lost touch with each other.
Sorry if some of the "stupid trolls" out there don't care for Andrea Bocelli, but I DO--and it's my blog...if you don't like it...click effing off!
The translation:
I miss you I miss you
I can pretend to be okay but I miss you
Now I know what I need to say -To have you near before going to sleep
While I stand undisguised
Within my soul
I miss you and I could
Find another woman
But I'd be cheating myself
You're my regret without an end and
The chill of my mornings
When I look inside myself
And know that I miss you.
Now that I can give you a little more -
It's you it's you
I miss you and I could
Have another woman
But I'd only be cheating myself
You're my regret without an end and
The chill of my mornings
When I look inside myself
