Chissà come finirò [English translation]

Yesterday, I asked myself:

"What will you do tomorrow?

After twenty-two years,

you still have no idea."

But I clearly see neither

where I should go

nor what will guide me.

I sense in silence

that the answer is not to be had.

I see in my own eyes

mistrust but it really is not.

This is just the misunderstood

gaze of someone who

does not know where things will end up.

Who knows

how I will end up—

where I will end up—

what I will do?

Who knows

how I will end up—

where I will succeed?

I touch my man

and feel some peace.

I gaze into his eyes

and there is an easy way out.

It would be so simple

to live only for him—

but, in reality, it is not that easy.

I will continue searching for myself.

Where are you?

I will search for that island

that I promised to him once upon a time.

A star will guide me

but I no longer remember what it is,

but one day I will make it there.

Who knows

when I will arrive—

where I will arrive—

what I will do?

Who knows

how I will end up—

when I will succeed?

Who knows?

Ah, who knows how I will end up?

But I know—

I—I will succeed.

Who knows?

Who knows how I will end up?

But I—I will get there...