L'imperfetto [English translation]

It was raining

There was something that one wasn't seeing

It was breathing, something was breathing

In the room of the sposasi was hiding

Yet one was dying

Again tell it to me again

That everything was turning back like how it was

As it was burning what it was dispersed

And as it was turning

Every time she left

It was crying

And it got tired

As sand of the time was changing

And yet, it was living

And it was embodied

And sometimes I was sure that it was hiding

And who it was starting again

It was going up

And was going down

It was asking and answering

It was amazed

And it was producing

And it was expelling the sounds

The sounds that was stealing

It was raining

But so white and nobody if it was taking her

So briefly

That it was missing us a bit

While looking to the phone that was ringing

And he wasn't hanging up

He wasn't talking

But he knew that everything that had enough

What he was believing

What he was not seeing

So precise and imperfect

That nobody he was bringing down

If he didn't want, he wasn't thanking

With a bow from a tamer was saluting them

And so he was closing

And he was closing or was taking

And like a Mexican was departing