Sogno della galleria [English translation]

A dark water is raining over me,

how it's late, we don't never arrive,

a square full of people who look at me,

i'm naked, I feel ashamed, and I run away...

I fall down, got up, and I fall down again,

I feel also the weight of the air upon my head...

I see a reflex, but I am not that person,

My eyes were more clear...

I call a friend, but his shadows run away,

and it's made red, red, red by the light...

There is no air in this gallery,

that passes under my house,

Hidden and undertaken streets, I don't know why

And what do you want from me in this room ???

I search for a street, to stop or to go,

and a woman without proud comes from so far...

I want to run, I want to go away, this is not my house,

I want to run, I want to go away, beyond this gallery...

She is waiting for me and I have to find her,

and If come late, she may hurt herself...

The window with pink glasses,

opens itself on an interior of a church,

An altar is missing, there is neither saints nor prayers,

And is neither winter nor spring...

I search for a street to stop or to go,

Toward the horizont, there is a lot of sky and a lot of flies to start up...

I want to run, I want to go away, this is not my house,

I want to run, I want to go away, beyond this gallery...

She is waiting for me and I have to find her,

and If come late, she may hurt herself...

I search for a street to stop or to go,

Toward the horizont, there is a lot of sky and a lot of flies to start up...

I want to run, I want to go away, this is not my house,

I want to run, I want to go away, beyond this gallery...

She is waiting for me and I have to find her,

and If come late, she may hurt herself...