La bomba in testa [English translation]

...and I was counting through the teeth to the stamps

I was saying "thanks God" "merry Christmas"

I was feeling normal

nevertheless my thirty years were a lit bit more that their

but it does't matter now I'm returning to work.

They were singing the chaos of dreams

the ungrateful of french's welfare

and they did't give the idea

to expose men at the balcony

of one only May, of a single country.

And I've got the face consumed of the common sense

repeating "They don't want hurt us"

and I don't feel normal

and I'm surprising me again

to measure myself on them

and now is late, now I'm returning to work.

They were endangering the way for a man

it takes also a sense to bear

of being able to bleed

and the sense shouldn't be endangering

but perhaps not want to endure more.

Who knows how it feels to liberate

the confidence in their temptations,

keep away the intruders

by our emotions

keep 'em away in time

and before you find yourself alone

with the fear of not returning to work.

Risking freedom street by street,

forget the rails toward home,

I'm worth it,

to get to meet people

without having to feign innocent.

By way I'm late for friends

for hatred I could do it alone

illuminating it by TNT

Who have the head and only shows the face

Always pleasant,always more and more imprecise.

And the explosive breaks, cuts, rummages

through the guests of a masked ball,

I invited myself

to detect the imprint

behind every jumping mask

and don't have compassion for the first time.