Bambola crudele [English translation]

CRUEL BABY DOLL

Another day

When you're not here with me

I can't focus on anything

I think only at you

I have to lay it off

If not, what's the meaning of life

Turn around and look

At this confusion.

If my body is here,

What do I do if your body is not here too?

If here is a memory,

What dream will I embrace in the morning at three o'clock?

If here is my name,

On which lips will it have the same irony?

Even the wind understood

How cruel my baby doll

Can be.

If here is my blood,

For what it's ready if there's no jealousy?

Tell me to whom I'll tell

How cruel my baby doll

Can be.

It's raining on us,

It's raining on our farewell,

But as you see

Only I'm wet.

I'm coming to search for you,

With my soul in an apnea,

Feeling lost

Look at the disasters that it creates.

If my body is here,

What do I do if your body is not here too?

If here is a memory,

What dream will I embrace in the morning at three o'clock?

If here is my name,

On which lips will it have the same irony?

Even the wind understood

How cruel my baby doll

Can be.

If here is my blood,

For what it's ready if there's no jealousy?

Tell me to whom I'll tell

How cruel my baby doll

Can be.

If my body is here,

What do I do if your body is not here too?

If here is a memory,

What dream will I embrace in the morning at three o'clock?

If here is my name,

On which lips will it have the same irony?

Even the wind understood

How cruel my baby doll

Can be.

If here is my blood,

For what it's ready if there's no jealousy?

Tell me to whom I'll tell

How cruel my baby doll

Can be.