Parlare perdonare baciare [English translation]

It must look like this

The feeling of those who, over time, have lost the taste

For their eternal conflict with themselves, and have repelled

That nostalgia for what they've lost

Do you perhaps think there's still space

Do you perhaps think there's still time

To look through your hands and choose

Whether all that resentement makes sense

Or whether a borderline exists

Between my conscience and your will

Embrace me and don't think

It's easy to show your teeth and laugh

While you empty a life that was mine

Mine, mine, mine

Talking, forgiving, then kissing

The things I wish to do to you

Forgiving, then kissing

The things I...

And yet it didn't seem right

So I lost you for my obsession to apply a face to everything

Because you know a woman's a woman

Not necessarily from her make-up

But also from the scratches time drew on her

Can't you see there's still space

Can't you see there's still time

To look through your hands and choose

Whether all that resentement makes sense

Or whether a borderline exists

Between my conscience and your will

Embrace me and don't think

It's easy

To show your teeth and laugh

While you empty a life that was mine

Mine, mine, mine

Talking, forgiving, then kissing

The things I wish to do to you

Forgiving, then kissing

The things I wish to do to you

The things I wish to do to you

And you'll understand that I'm

Made of the same substance you're made of

Open your arms, the world is advancing

Embrace me and don't think

It's easy

To show your teeth and laugh

While you empty a life that was mine

Mine, mine, mine