Malinconia d'ottobre [English translation]

October blues

for everything I don't have.

A dog comes, takes a pee and laughs

and waits with me

for the midnight tram

that has been cancelled or maybe doesn't exist anymore.

Now I'm asking the dog - yes, the dog - if

it can bring me to you, to you, to you.

Forget me, delete me,

keep me out of you,

convince yourself, accept it,

there is nothing between us

there is nothing between us.

My soul in the vase

escapes through a crack,

it goes out looking for its shadow

that's still sitting on the stairs at your place.

A passing thief asks me

quite nicely

"Got something to smoke?" "I do have fire"

and runs away after the heist

he runs away.

"Accept it, relax,

don't think about her anymore,

don't think about her anymore.

Get used to it, try to convince yourself

that there's more than her

that there's more than her.

In downtown Lisbon,

sitting in a cafe,

there's a statue of Pessoa, yes, Pessoa, yes

that looks like it's there for me.

Love is a liar

you never know when it's over

yet how sweet is the pain of love, yes, the pain, yes

you know it when you feel it

when you feel it.