For you, it's still night and you're already preparing your coffee
You who dress without looking in the mirror behind you anymore
Who then enter the church and pray quietly
And meanwhile you think of the world, by now so distant for you.
For you, who in the morning return to your home because
In the street no-one is cold or looks for you anymore
For you, who put money next to him who is sleeping
And you who add still a little more love to those who don't know what to do with it.
Also for you, I wish to die and I don't know how
Also for you, I'd give you something I don't have
And so, and so, and so
I am staying here
To give her my thoughts
To give her that which yesterday
I would have entrusted to the wind, trying to reach those...
Who would have said yes to the wind.
For you, who in the morning awaken your child and then
Dress him and take him to school, and then you go to work
For you, to whom a mistake costs so much
Who tremble looking at a man and live in regret.
Also for you, I wish to die and I don't know how
Also for you, I'd give you something I don't have
And so, and so, and so
I am staying here
To give her my thoughts
To give her that which yesterday
I would have entrusted to the wind, trying to reach those...
Who would have said yes to the wind.