It will be that all of life is a road with many turns,
and that the dogs circle around with steaming mouths,
that if you feel boredom or sadness or pain or love, I don't know.
It will be that one day winter will appear and bend your knees,
and you look out from behind those panes of glass which are your eyes,
and you no longer see anything, and nothing sees you or touches you anymore.
It will be that I with my needle am stitching the evening to the night,
and in life I've seen and I've taken and I've wrung dry (things)
that won't even hurt me or burn me anymore
Within my heart of brick and metal, within my safe,
Within my collection of lovers with short legs,
And every one has a number, and above every one a cross,
but it's okay all the same, it's okay like this.
Call me Mimì, call me Mimì.
To my dark eyes and hair and my dark thoughts,
there is Mimì who is walking on the bridge holding her daughter's hand and looking down.
To the life that I've had and the life that I've given, to my dark glasses,
To explain to her daughter that tomorrow will be better, you'll see, it will change.
Like this water passing from a river that seems like it's stopped,
but you have will if it goes, like Mimì who is walking holding her daughter's hand,
who knows where it is going?
It will be that all of life is a road and you see it turn,
like tears that return to your eyes and hurt you more,
and no-one sees you, and no-one wants you for what you are.
It will be that the dogs at the door tonight I hear them bark,
it will be that above your heart it's written "No passing",
your love is a secret, your heart is a forbidden zone,
fully-staffed, and it's okay like this.
Call me Mimì, call me Mimì.
To my dark eyes and hair and my dark thoughts,
there is Mimì who is walking on the bridge holding her daughter's hand and looking down.
To the life that I've had and the life that I've given, to my dark glasses,
To explain to her daughter that tomorrow will be better, you'll see, it will change.
Like this water passing from a river that seems like it's stopped,
but you have will if it goes, like Mimì who is walking holding her daughter's hand,
who knows where it is going?