Malinconia [English translation]

The melanchony has got the waves like the sea,

makes you go and come back, and slides you sweetly...

The melanchony can be danced in a slow motion,

you can hold it in silence and feel everything inside...

it's to feel near and far,

it's like travelling standing firm,

it's to live another lives...

it's to feel like flying in the airplanes,

on lit ships,

on the trains that you see are passing...

it has the warm and red light of a dusk,

of a wounded day that does never want to die...

It looks almost like the happiness, and looks almost like the soul that goes,

the dream that melts with the reality,

you can exchange it like sadness, but is only the soul that knows

that will also need the sorrow...

and stops a moment to sweeten the cries

of the wounded world that does never want to die...

And loosing ourselves behind the desert's dunes

or behind the waves in open sea,

even in this city..

and feeling that everything can be forgiven,

that everything is always the same,

so that everything could be changed...

It's like being in silence and listen,

and feeling that can also be sweet

to die one day...

in the warm and red light of a dusk

of a wounded day that does never want to die...

It looks almost the happiness, it looks almost like the soul that goes

the dream that melts with reality...

you can exchange it for sadness

but is only the soul that knows

that even the sorrow will go away...

and stops itself for a moment to sweeten the cries

of a wounded love that does never want to die...