Morire tra le viole [English translation]

Under the sun, with the light dress

that a warm wind pressed against me

I took a deep breath with my tiny breast,

my hands ready and eyes closed, no more fear...

So beautiful

to give myself to love

and sleep under the sun

Dying between the violets

Dying between the violets...

In the mist I see you arriving

It's cold outside, you're tired and pissed,

you come into the house and I'm eating an apple

I smile at you and say: «Love, spring is tomorrow…»

So beautiful

to freeze this moment

a love under the sun

Dying between the violets

Dying between the violets...