Nei giardini che nessuno sa [English translation]

Feel that coarse skin

Great cold in the soul

It is difficult even for a tear

To come down

Too many waitings around the corner

Joys that doesn't belong to you

This irreconcilable.time

Plays against you

That's how it ends, then

Nailed to a window, we

Sad spectators

Of impossible happiness

Many postponed travels and

Empty suitcases already for an eternity

This pain that you don't know what it is

Only he will never abandon you, oh never

This uneasiness is a shelter

Your growth is too fast

They don't do miracles anymore

Now no more

Don't pay attention to these dolls

Don't touch these pills

This nun has a nice character

She knows how to do with souls

I would give you my eyes

To see what you don't see

Energy, joy

To force out your smiles again

To say you always yes, always yes

And to be able to make you fly

Where you want, where you can

Without this weight on the heart anymore

To hide the clouds

This winter that hurts you

To heal your wounds and then

More teeth for eating

And then to see you laughing

And then to see you running again

Forget, there are those who forget

Absent-mindedly a flower

A Sunday

And then silence, and then silences

In the gardens that no one knows about

It breaths the uselessness

That compared with great tidiness

Is almost madness

You don't know how beautiful it is to hold you

To find you again here to defend you

And to clothe you and to comb your hair

And to whisper you not to give up

In the gardens that no one knows about

How much life it brings here

Only small anaemia ailments?

We are nothing without fantasies

Sisters, help them

I beg you, don't let them fall

Thin, fragile

To not deny them a bit of your love

Stars that are now silent

But they give sense to this sky

Humans don't shine

If they aren't stars too

Hands that are trembling now

Because the wind blows more strongly...

Don't leave them, not now,

When they don't suprise the death

We are the disabled

Who also having, sometimes

Don't give

Forget, there are those who forget

Absent-mindedly a flower

A Sunday

And then silence, and then silences