Cantico dei drogati [English translation]

I fired God

I threw away a love

To build a void

In my soul and in my heart.

The words I say

Have no shape or tone anymore

The sounds now become

A dull lament.

While among the other naked ones

I crawl towards a fire

That illuminates the ghosts

Of this obscene game.

How will I tell my mother I am afraid?

Who will talk to me again

About bright tomorrows

In which the mute ones shall sing

And the boring ones shall stay silent.

When I again will listen to

The wind among the leaves

Whisper the silences

Gathered by the evening.

I can't see anything else but

Glass imps

Spying in front of me

Laughing at my back.

How will I tell my mother I am afraid?

Why haven't they made

Great rubbish bins

For the days that have been used

For these and other evenings.

And who, who will ever be

The bouncer of the sun

The one who, every day, pushes him

On the scene in the early hours.

And most of all who

Brought me into the world, and why

Here were I live my death

With horrendous anticipation.

How will I tell my mother I am afraid?

When the rent of this idiotic body

Will be expired

Then I will have my reward

Like a good mark.

I will be cited as a warning

To those who think it's delightful

To play ball

With your own brain.

Trying to throw it

Beyond the established limit

That someone traced

At the edge of infinity.

How will I tell my mother I am afraid?

You who listen, teach me

An alphabet which is

Different from that

Of my cowardice.