Al centro della musica [English translation]

I have seen you, an angel

Fall in the middle of the traffic

Then I jumped to you and cried

With eyes watching in on above

You have been seen behind a corner

Changing clothes in a hurry

And walking

But the trouble is you do not know where to go

And more than that, you do not fly anymore

The sky-like wet road

The eyes of the houses of its stars

Deep, mysterious nights

Melancholy

By the strength to watch you

I already feel that you are mine

We can keep ourselves company

You without wings, me without fortune

That difference that is

Poor angel, poor me

In the middle of a snoring city

A parking lot city

Between unknown faces

We walk, we stop us

Without noticing it ourselves we arrive

To the exact center of the music...

And it is music that touches

This music that heals you

It will bring you back far away

In order to restart your flight

But I am here and I remain alone

With a light that fades

My heart to pieces and his heart to pieces

In my hand

Poor heart

Poor and me

How I would like for us also to try

To fly

To climb always onwards

To fly inside a corner

To change clothes in a hurry

And learn

To not be sad

To not know where to go

To say goodbye and not come back anymore

To fly like the propeller of an airplane

(From Cellamare)

Then pass over America that

Is very far away from here

To save a bit of strength

A bit of breath

To fly in the music

That has not even ever sounded

And under a sleeping city

A parking lot city

Without words, without courage

And then below in the middle of the traffic

To see what is happening

To find out if there is a moment

Someone sees me

And still below even at that corner

With a heavy heartbeat

With eyes that are a little wet

And a heart in place of an engine.