Inverno [English translation]

Salt fog in the white meadows

like a cypress in cemeteries

a bell that does not ring true

marks the boundary between earth and sky.

But you go, but you remain

see the snow will be gone tomorrow

will flourish the past joys

with the wind of another hot summer.

Even the light seems to die

uncertain in the shadow of a becoming

where even the night becomes dawn

and skulls appear in wax faces.

But you go, but you remain

even the snow will die tomorrow

we still love passes by

season of the hawthorn.

The earth beneath the snow tires

sleeping silence of a heavy sleep

Winter collects his labor

a thousand centuries, from ancient dawn.

But you who you are, why you stay?

Another winter will be back tomorrow

More snow will fall to comfort the field

More snow will fall on the cemeteries.