La lettera [English translation]

Then I'll write to you about the beaches of silence

that are lost in this ocean of wandering cities

and me too, I cry, from my heart, concrete tears

Withered flowers in my hair, still so many of them. (1)

Sometimes the memory of you brings the sea back to me (2)

here on the table, and I dip my pen in it

to gain the strength to tell you that everything is fine

that happiness has only given me a few slaps in the face

It's fine, the thunderless lightning is okay

And this city of light bulbs stretching over deserts.

The ceaseless tango of Death, that's okay too,

but do not bury my wide-eyed stars. (3)

Mother dear it's been so long

do you still laugh as lemons do?

I wept my youth away and here I hoped

to find a new life and better men.

Dreams pass like tiny sparks

and life's fire burns out so slowly

Here in the city are a thousand wonderful things

but none of them will turn my pain into wind.

That strong wind that still sets my hopes walking

towards a happier world,

a world without that many horror stories

without hunters for every soaring partridge.

It's fine, the thunderless lightning is okay

And this city of light bulbs stretching over deserts.

The ceaseless tango of Death, that's okay too,

but do not bury my wide-eyed stars.