Scarpe con suole di vento [English translation]

We are slaves

Void that forbids freedom of thought,

Human beings and then

The other is always a stranger for us

I had a dream, a shard of an idea

Dressed as a cloud

Goddess that softly dances, the line already fine

Between sin and forgiveness, it's easy to choose

We are slaves, we are slaves

The cobwebs on our wings

Human beings, oh yes

There is more sweetness in the gazes of animals

I had a dog and a cardboard star

Mysterious sparks

Faceless Mona Lisa, her nose there in the sky

A sprout upwards, the roots of my heart

Chorus:

A flower doesn't know my name

And water doesn't have borders

We are slaves

To what is sacred, always further away

We are ingenues and criminals

We poison ourselves with our hands

A new trip, shoes with soles made of wind

I breathe without time

Clearer and more sinuous, suspended in a precarious balance

Above these blades of grass, never again slaves of the cement

Chorus;

A flower doesn't know my name

And water doesn't have borders

We are slaves, only slaves

And as always

Illusions betray truth

Chorus:

A flower doesn't know my name

And water doesn't have borders

We are slaves...

A flower doesn't know my name

It doesn't have...

We are slaves...