TUTTO LASCIATO A META'. Mio diario inconcluso, è tempo di bruciare. Posso sognare, perchè non sono niente. Lasciami morto sul tappeto, fammi morire ad occhi aperti, senza aspettare che sia buio. Liberami dalla mia attesa, respirerò lo stesso. Ma vivo ancora fra le ombre. Ho radici perse nella sabbia. Confondo il pianto dei colori con i gemiti del vento
EVERYTHING LEFT UNFINISHED. My unfinished diary, it's time to burn. I can dream because I do not know anything. Leave me dead on the carpet, Let me die with my eyes open, Without waiting for the dark to come. Free me from this wait, I will breathe anyway. Still alive through the shadows. I have roots lost in the sand. I blur the weeping of colors With the wailing of the wind.
EVERYTHING LEFT UNFINISHED. My unfinished diary, it's time to burn. I can dream because I do not know anything. Leave me dead on the carpet, Let me die with my eyes open, Without waiting for the dark to come. Free me from this wait, I will breathe anyway. Still alive through the shadows. I have roots lost in the sand. I blur the weeping of colors With the wailing of the wind.