Io sono una finestra [English translation]

I'm a window veiled of steam

On this cold, desolate and colorless night

It mirrors the window of the flesh and the emotions

Of me, I am a mirror of contradictions

It is difficult to see if steam does not fade

The sticky mistake of those who do not understand

Yet it reflects a shadow that is mine

A shadow of lipstick against hypocrisy

I never know who I am but I am

Although beyond the glass for me

There is never a God

But this here is my body, although it is changing and strange

As a woman in a man but being human

Browsing the words of this ages were running

I become moralistic and lascivious fantasy

Perennial chrysalis forced in the middle of the midstream

My mirror at the window and I'm In spite of me

I do not know who I am for the people

Iconoclast consciousness vulgar and irrelevant

But this is just a body gross reflection

Of a woman or perhaps a man, however, being a human

I do not know who I am and yet I am alive

More than the injury that scars bad

But when I spy on my body that is reflected flatly

There is no woman or man, only a human being

I do not know who I am and yet I am alive

More than the injury that scars bad

But when I spy on my body that is reflected flatly

There is no woman or man, only a human being

I'm a window waiting for the steam

Fade like a dream.