La rosa dell'inverno [English translation]

It is not a pain any longer.

It is fear or even more.

It is light and strange.

It is something that

pushes me into you,

softly.

It is not a perfume any longer.

It is not the wind, now it is you.

It leaves me no time.

It is something that

looks like you,

inside.

Thorn and poetry—

vivid melancholy—

do not leave me again.

You are the rose of winter.

Now I know what you are for me.

It leaves me no time.

It is something that

looks like you,

inside.

Thorn and poetry—

vivid melancholy—

do not leave me again.

You are the rose of winter.

Now I know what you are for me.

It is not a love any longer.

It is thinking of you as you are.

It is light and strange,

is something that—

(is something that)

pushes me into you—

(pushes me into you),

pushes me into you.