La scatola blu [English translation]

Only you, only three,

only you and three chords for you

if I come down, where you are,

into the cellar

into a blue box

into a box.

Only you, only me,

how much costs to consent

to a sip of regrets

just to feel a little more tired

and a little less ready!

Against me, hundred of you.

It seems easy to cry.

I’m selling wind to the people.

Beyond you everything is nothing, you know,

everything is nothing, if you want.