Per un sogno vincente [English translation]

For a winning dream,

for another that I already lost,

for melancholy, for destiny,

I live desperately free.

When I make a mistake, it never ends

until I make another mistake.

I never do that but think about it again

if intuition does not pick it up.

Like a shooting star—

like a breath of eternity—

I leave those who go away, I search for those who will come.

I live as necessary.

For all of the love that there is—

for every color that there is—

for every taste of sea and the sky—

for every pain that

love brings along with it—

time takes away with it

in this ripple of sky and of sea,

of bright clouds scattered over me—

over me.

For days of happiness

and for those I die a bit,

for "no one does," for "no one can,"

and for when you just do not understand.

For a flower of the street,

for the light of an orchid,

for another him,

for the same idea, I will remain no matter what.

For all of the love that there is—

for every color that there is—

for that fear of getting lost again—

for every adventure that

life brings along with it,

that the wind carries with it—

in its breath—for all of the love—

for all of the love that escapes us.

For all of the love that there is—

for every color that there is—

for that fear of getting lost again—

for every adventure that

life brings along with it,

that the wind carries with it—

in its breath—for all of the love—

for all of the love that escapes us—

that runs away.