La vestaglia [English translation]

And with that tired face

And the gown a little stained

With your firm no's and that constantly indignant look

Femininity left there underneath the blanket

You make me want to be alone

With all the chill you're carrying around now

With the poison you've always thrown on me

The wish to start over I had

Not even born, has already died in my heart

And still, sometimes I end up again there thinking

About that woman who slept on my heart

And I can't remember her face

But I can't forget what she could give me

And contradicting me is a pleasure for you

It's become a form of duty

And, you know, I can't even stand your voice

I just need some peace

And every night you give up a little later

And the wish for me you have is part of memories

And I would like to talk and tell you many things

But I can't find the words, I might have run out of them

And just tolerating each other, going forwards, what good is it

When everything is intolerable

And, giving at least a bit of love,

By now you don't want to or can't anymore

We laugh with our friends until it's time to go back hoe

And then, again, a wall, and then, again, that silence

You change your face and your steps

Take off your clothes

It's always good to see your woman undressing

Then everything ends when you put your gown on

But that woman who came with me under the stars

Is something that has stayed on me

And even now that you have

You've changed so much

I have never forgotten that little girl