Cos'è [English translation]

In my country there's a house where people gather to have a glass of wine together

In my country people greet the ones they know and also the ones they don't know

they'd give a smile to the ones who deserve it

but where is, where is that place I thought of?

it's been a lifetime since no one had ever understood completely

what moves us?

what makes us come together?

what makes you harm when someone...disappoints you?

at my place, we're all friends

the fork and the salt with its children that play together in the cupboard

at my place, we never get bored

there's always something to capture

the thought of a sunbeam that no one had ever seen, not even in his dreams

what moves us?

what makes us come together?

what makes you harm when someone...disappoints you?

but where is, where is that place I thought of?

it's well hidden between the memory and the [real] fact

I will discover that things' secret is to learn

what makes us move?

what makes us come together?

what is it that hurts us when anger calls

and it's that it makes me good to live an illusion a little bit

and it's that it makes me harm when someone...disappoints me...