La Fata [English translation]

There’s just a flower in that room

and you move patiently around;

the medicine is bitter but

you know it yet, he will drink it.

If he doesn’t give up you tempt him

and untie the knot of your hips

that are yet uncovered by your dress;

he who picks up the flower will get crazy.

He will do anything for you

and you sister and mother and wife

and you queen or fairy, you

cannot ask for more.

And perhaps it is for revenge

and perhaps it is for fear

or just for crazyness

but you’ve always been

the one who pays the most

if you want to fly they pull you down

and if the witch hunt begins

you are the witch.

And you pursue childish dreams

and you ask for love and you’re sincere

you perform no witchcrafts, nor tricks, but

nobody is going to believe it by now.

Someone shouts at you that you’re beautiful

you’re a fairy, you’re a star

then he enslaves you, but, oh no,

we cannot call it love.

Someone exalts you, someone flatters you

someone also exhibits you in his shop window

they say love, but, oh no,

we cannot call it love.