Malinconia [English translation]

Imagine a dark period of life without love

In search for a night created for drinking,

And all your life is a glass,

And you wait for the daybreak to fall asleep.

And this is melancholy,

It accompanies you on the way,

And leaves you after one hour,

But you know that it will return.

Imagine a friend who must leave

And probably, you will never hear about him any more:

You don't know whether to cry or to laugh,

You don't say anything and you have thousand things to say.

And this is melancholy,

It accompanies you,

It gives you right

But in return who knows what it wants.

And this is melancholy, an hour that goes away,

A year which it is necessary to forget

In loneliness with your sadness in a bar.

Imagine that one day you ask in the street:

“Is this life only one?”

You speak a language which others don't understand.

Even staying in one meter away from your house.

This is melancholy

Is it a friend or not?

It is what is left for you

When the world is not enough for you.

And this is melancholy,

This is extremety,

This is the only what you feel

If you are really not well.

Now, after so many words, imagine:

Love is waiting for you behind the door.

It's what you can do,

All is already foreseen.

It's clear deep inside

That we live for this.

Imagine the world for a month or just for a moment,

It almost forgot about you,

In the evenings at home I am lonely as a dog,

I eat something just not to die

And this is melancholy of everyone

And also a bit mine,

It is the only one that waits

When the time is in hurry.

And this is melancholy,

It takes you away after itself,

It is a bit bewitched train

Which you take only when you made a mistake.