Questo mio vivere un po' fuori [English translation]

Is there someone who can tell me what is

this feeling of emptiness fallen inside of me

Is there someone who can answer me because

sadness doesn't know my name but it calls me

and with the slim pleasure of being alone

There's the malaise of this living of mine a bit out

of how you're living

of your thoughts

Is there someone who's already tried and maybe knows

what are the complications

after how many fals the heart will touch

beaches of calm

but then I'm sure that this is what I want

I can still take flight from a rock

and then not look for you again

it may be better

Sometimes

I can't understand what it is

Sometimes

I'd want you not to be mine

But that is it but what is it but what is this mild ache

When it attacks it hurts deep and it knocks me down for real, for real

I one day dreamed my freedom

in the form of a heron above the cities

fast it reached new heights

to jump and get lost in its vastness

The existence looking for other loves in myself

is the essence of this living of mine a bit out

of how you're living

of your thoughts

I one day dreamed my freedom

I one day dreamed my freedom