La carezza che mi manca [English translation]

Walking quietly, softly

in the imprint of destiny

is like moving through a dream—

slowly, not willing.

He asked me:

"What have you done to the world?"

I replied:

"Oh, master, I have switched it off."

I no longer believed

in living in this time

and with unending desire—

to have him without feeling confused,

and I no longer owned his gaze:

liar, liar, liar.

The caress I miss,

the certainty of your love.

I fell suddenly.

I was naked, alone there with my flesh.

My soul,

raw there on the floor,

trampled

by the filth and turmoil of the world.

Now I get out of the game

and start myself down an honest road

because love

perhaps is an echo that I no longer sense, no longer feel.

I return, I return, I return, I return, I return.

Cursed without love,

only doing ourselves wrong.

Why do you kiss me on the forehead now?

It feels like an official "goodbye."

So leave me,

slip away in the current,

in the grip of

lethal time that no longer hears my prayers.

Alone in the world of the king with no clothes—

the most vulnerable that can be—

I am dissatisfied and unhappy,

a stranger looking in a mirror

that no longer shows even a false reflection of myself.

The caress I miss,

the certainty of your love.

The caress I miss,

I miss the certainty of your love.

The caress I miss,

your caress I miss,

your caress I miss.