Poeti [English translation]

Alone as always

Not even a sound is heard

Having fights with his mind

He's waiting the motivation to come

Reaches deep the hand inside the pocket

Maybe he'll find some money

Because the hunger throws him

And sharers the motivation

Pro refrain:

It says when I'll die,

I'll sell this poverty

Maybe then, I'll win the fortune

Refrain:

Until then,

I'll accept this failure

I'll sit on his lap

I'll make it a song

Until then

I'll joy this sorrow

Mmm.. This value...

My road without a return...

Having fights with his mind

He's waiting the motivation to come

Because the hunger throws him

And sharers the motivation

Pro refrain x2

Refrain x2