Il tuo Dio [English translation]

The doors of the churches are open

And the voice comes out clear

Evoking

Old fears, old miseries

Old fears, old miseries

And inaccessible paths

Take turns with the prayers

My dear, my dear

I will be your God!

Take guilt away from pleasure

From becoming, to the tortures

Of intriguing nights of loving

My dear, my dear

I will be your God!

A love made of timber

A love made of iron

A love made of salt

A love made of stone

A love made of facts

A wicked love

A different love

Love nonetheless

The same

If love is different, love is the same

If love is an excuse, love is the same

If love comes from a gesture, love is the same

If love is crushed, love is the same

Love is always the same

I bang into it with my head and I cry

Because life sucks

My dear, my dear

I will be your God!

My dear, my dear

I will be your God!

My dear, my dear

I will be your God!

My dear, my dear

I will be your God!