Sentivo l'odore [English translation]

(My) Sweet love, don't say a word

I'm even too much distressed by your anxieties

since I've discovered me to be your makeshift;

I felt shame for what I've thought,

for what I would have liked to do and I didn't

for how I would have wanted to kill you;

I could smell it,

when you plunged inside her lips

you prayed for that never to end

as you wiped yourself out, inside her lips

you hoped it was not brief.

A sweet stray love, that's what you were looking for

among the waste and the scraps of humanity;

this time the conflict between sacred and evil wears me out,

that pounding throb of insane pleasure,

for what I would have liked to do and I didn't

for what I would have liked to inflict to you;

I could smell it,

when you plunged inside her lips

you prayed for that never to end

as you wiped yourself out, inside her lips

you hoped it was not brief,

that it was not brief

that it was not brief

that it was not brief

and all this to say to you only that

I've paid it fully ["till the bottom"].