My God, there are crosses on this earth
Iron crosses, crosses of wood, humble familiar crosses
Small silver crosses hanging on breasts
Old crosses of the convents lost among the ruins
And I, poor me, have my cross in my head
Immense lead cross, as vast as love
I caught the wind, I hold back the storm
I prolong it in the evening and I hide there the day
And I, poor me, have my cross in my head
A word is engraved there that resembles "to suffer"
But this familiar word that my lips repeat
Is so heavy to bear that I think to die
My God, there are on the deep roads
Silent crosses that watch over the world
High crosses of forgiveness set up towards the gallows
Cross of Unreason or Rescue
And I, poor me, have my cross in my head,
Immense lead cross, as vast as love
I caught the wind, I hold back the storm
I prolong it in the evening and I hide there the day
But I, poor me, have my cross in my head
A word is engraved there that resembles "to suffer"
But this familiar word that my lips repeat
Is so heavy to bear that I think I die from it