Inverno [English translation]

The fog soars upon white fields

Like a cypress in graveyards

An unreal bell tower

Marks the border between earth and sky.

But you, the one who goes, but you, the one who stays

You will see, snow will go tomorrow

Joys of the past will bloom again

With the warm wind of another summer.

Even light seems to die

In the uncertain shadow of a become

where even dawn turns into evening

and faces look like wax skulls.

But you, the one who goes, but you, the one who stays

Even snow will die tomorrow

Love will pass by once more

In hawthorn season.

Worn out land below the snow

sleep in the silence of a heavy rest

Winter collects its own fatigue

of a thousand centuries, from an ancient dawn.

But you, the one who stays, why you remain?

An other winter will return tomorrow

More snow will fall to comfort the fields

More snow will fall on graveyards.