Leggenda di Natale [English translation]

You talked to the moon, you played with the flowers

You were at the age that doesn't carry any pain

and the wind was a magician, the dew a goddess

in the woods enchanted by each of your ideas

in the woods enchanted by each of your ideas.

And the winter came that kills color

and a Santa Claus that spoke of love

and of gold and of silver the gifts shone

but the eyes were cold and they weren't good

but the eyes were cold and they weren't good.

He covered your shoulders with silver and with wool

with skin/leather and emeralds he wove together a necklace

and while you were enchanted you were looking at it

from your feet to your hair he wanted to kiss you

from your feet to your hair he wanted to kiss you.

And now that the others call you goddess

the enchantment is gone from each of your ideas

but still to the moon you would like to recount

the story of a flower withered on Christmas (day)

the story of a flower withered on Christmas (day)