L'altra faccia della luna [English translation]

I was

About to not let the umpteenth memory swallow me up

Bravo

You'd have been felt proud of me

I was

About to make the room look presentable again

I collapse

At the first semblance of happiness

What color are God's eyes?

What's good for Him, when will it suit me fine, too?

How to go back

If there is no going back

Only the other side of the Moon knows that

What we are wanting, how much is it worth?

How many kisses can a minute comprise?

When will we learn to ask for help?

Or, better yet, to accept it

I was

About to feel like a sample of rage and sorrow

I think

That a crying child feels better than I do

I was

About to ask for nothing else but snow

I was

About to, then I'd ask that the snow cover me up in its white

What color are God's eyes?

What's good for Him, when will it suit me fine, too?

How to go back home

If it's no longer a home?

Only the other side of the Moon knows that

What we are wanting, how much is it worth?

How many kisses can a minute comprise?

When will we learn to ask for help?

Or, better yet, to accept it?

An instant of sunshine, how much is it worth?

What makes a gesture true love?

When will we learn to ask for help?

Or, in case, to give help back

When will we learn to ask for help?

Or, in case, to give help back

I was

Using up my voice and the vapor, in the cold

I was

But something more fell off the sky

I was

About to not believe in anything, not even in forgiveness

I was about...