Acqua chiara [English translation]

Clear water will pass.

From the source, it will be born.

New water I drink in you.

Water, from your eyes

it slowly descends over me.

Clouds of tears.

Water, it goes over thoughts

and it will drown memories.

Water that will not return.

Clear water that poisons me,

slowly descending it embraces the night.

Oh, my heart.

Oh, my heart.

Clear water that chains me up

squeezed on the bed of the swelling river.

Oh, my heart.

Oh, my heart.

Water that will take me

to the ocean that

looks at the moon in the sky

and makes her his own.

Moon that will reflect herself.

The moon is mobile.

I'd drink this moonwater

but I feel it is

Clear water that poisons me.

In its antique chant, I uncover the evening.

Clear water, summer skin

raining warm afternoons on the body.

Clear water that poisons me.

Oh, my heart.

Oh, my heart.

Holy water that lubricates me.

Dark water of faith,

I drink your tears.

Clear water that poisons me,

slowly descending it embraces the night.

Clear water that chains me up

squeezed on the bed of the swelling river.

Oh, my heart.

Oh, my heart.

Clear water that poisons me,

slowly descending it embraces the night.

Oh, my heart.

Oh, my heart.

(Clear water that chains me up

squeezed on the bed of the swelling river...)

Oh, my heart.

Oh, my heart.