Danza dell'autunno rosa [English translation]

In the dance of the pink autumn

Denied goddess who rests

In the beds of moderation

It's the autumn of the pale faiths

Along abandoned winds

And masks without any color.

It's the autumn that hunts its heirs

Now breathing moderation

And laiding at the feet

Of prayers without vocation.

Quiet lady who pushed the cradle

In a viscous creeping

Through the flesh of an old man

Who warmed up his credulity.

Complacent and owner of nothing

Now she hasn't any idea

And autumn is a mirror

That chants her poverty.

By navigating only with the wind in their sails

They are cold, and passionless

For votes at the time

Of Maddalene without any emotions anymore.