Mezzo angolo di cielo [English translation]

I can't understand how many souls I have –

one is looking for you, another one says no;

how long haven't I felt you as mine,

like many others, I'm godless.

I look around and there's reality –

countries at war and merciless stories;

instead, your prayer's just a rustle,

whoever kills someone else is godless.

Where are you?

People can't bear it anymore

because down here we don't need

that half-corner of sky

you look at us from.

A half-corner of sky

which is only for heroes.

But we're not like that –

we have to live.

That thin child is not hungry for you,

nor does he care about knowing who he is

his father in heaven agonizes his ego –

he suffers, cries and dies godless.

Where are you?

People can't bear it anymore

because down here we don't need

that half-corner of sky

you look at us from.

A half-corner of sky

which is only for heroes.

But we're not like that –

we have to live.

That half-corner of sky

no one knows where it is,

a half-corner of sky

for those like you.

But we're not like that –

we have to live...