Dalla Pallida Mirò [English translation]

Unbelievable stories call us

From the pain of my bedside

Of a loss and a mother who now is starving

At step a stray storm

To denude vile trails

And a creeping without living

Of trashes who does not distinguish between houses and piggeries

And children teared up without any reason

In the pale Mirò

The storm blows more and more

Nature in the pay of a debility

Son of a denied youth

In the pale Mirò

The turmoil goes down intense to return

Undernourished joys already departing

Praying that all could disappear

Mirò who knows she has the proofs

Confined by a big god

To a bullied pleasure that delays

Children gone without any reason

To cover the dark and nothing more

Mirò dreams of light

Without faces nor uniforms

Flights beating a youth

In the pale Mirò

The storm blows more and more

Nature in the pay of a debility

Son of a denied youth

In the pale Mirò

The turmoil goes down intense to return

Undernourished joys already departing

Praying that all could disappear

In the pale Mirò

The storm blows more and more

Nature in the pay of a debility

Son of a denied youth

In the pale Mirò

The turmoil goes down intense to return

Undernourished joys already departing

Praying that all could disappear

In the pale Mirò

The storm blows more and more

Nature in the pay of a debility

Son of a denied youth

In the pale Mirò

The turmoil goes down intense to return

Undernourished joys already departing

Praying that all could disappear