Anima carbone [English translation]

I'm not tired of making mistakes

and burning time,

and stepping on every moral

and then throw it away.

If God cheated against me,

he will have to settle up

with my coal soul

made of flesh and anarchy.

If I'm pulling along my dark shadow,

it's because I'm proud of it.

I'm still looking for

myself.

And I go around naked in a thunderstorm

without uniforms, no more rulers,

as if life were just

a fun game.

And because every step shortens the distance

of the way I still have to travel.

You look at me, and as always you'll only see

the dark side.

I'm not afraid of changing

and staying

a radical hedonist

while here nothing ever changes.

So I pull along my dark shadow

which has no homeland, nor flag;

I still look like

myself.

And I go around naked in a thunderstorm

without uniforms, no more rulers,

as if life were just

a fun joke.

And because every step shortens the distance

of the way I still have to travel.

Still, still, still!

I'm not tired of searching

or wondering who

that dark face at the bottom of the sea is

if it looks like me.

And I go around naked in a thunderstorm

without uniforms, no more rulers,

as if life were just

a fun joke.

And what a struggle without rewards

keeping my pace upwind

let my heart remain stone

and my soul silk!