Malinconia [English translation]

Melancholy has waves like the sea,

It lets you go and then return, it rocks you gently.

You can dance melancholy like a waltz

You can hold it in silence and feel everything inside.

It's feeling close and yet far apart,

It's travelling by standing still

It's living other lives.

It's feeling you're flying inside the planes

On the lit-up ships

On the trains that you see passing.

It has the warm, red light of a sunset

Of a wounded day that won't ever die

It almost feels like happiness, it almost seems like the soul moving,

The dream that mixes with reality,

You can mistake it for sadness, but it's just the soul knowing

That pain will serve it too

And it stops a moment to console the weeping

Of the wounded world that won't ever die

And getting lost among the desert's dunes

Or between the waves on the open sea,

Even in this city

And feeling that everything can be forgiven,

That everything is still the same,

That is to say that everything could change.

And staying silent to listen

And feeling that it might even be sweet

to die one day

in the warm, red light of a sunset

of a wounded day that won't ever die.

It almost feels like happiness, it almost seems like the soul moving,

The dream that mixes with reality,

You can mistake it for sadness, but it's just the soul knowing

That pain too will pass away

And it stops a moment to console the weeping

Of a wounded love that won't ever die.