In mezzo alla città [English translation]

you

Streets with grey houses because of the dirty snow

you leave

you

it's eight o'clock , Standa has already closed and my bed

says "goodbye" to you

I am getting lonelier evey day

and around my city

[there are] the ties made of silk of the poor people that live

inside a subway.

And in the morning you'll think

between the coffee and your reality

that is strange to live with him

right in the middle of the city.

you

a night-gown, Crete wines, records

the things you gave me

of Leonard Cohen (me)

my songs, my comedies

the things I gave you

of Charlott

What will you do tonight

a light will go off

and the cold, the lights

the anger, the fog, the love

that goes away.

And in the morning you'll think

between the coffee and your reality

that is strange to live with him

right in the middle of the city.