Solo all'ultimo piano [English translation]

I hate September.

I hate nights.

This clean air refreshes

The beloved image.

It's so sad to think

About someone who's not here.

But I go back to play

With this pain,

Thinking about you.

It's sad to put my pyjamas on and stand here,

In front of a little colour screen,

So motionless,

To feel a little bit lost, then

You cry for help

But no one can hear you

And especially her.

You wait for the end of the news

And then go to bed.

You'd like to fly away

But instead you stay still

There, on the rooftop terrace,

You just stand there and stare...

Look how many lights go on

And off down there.

Inside which lighted window

Have you locked yourself up this night?

And whose hand, together with you,

Will turn off the lights?

Sometimes these thoughts hurt me.

Anyway, it's cold outside,

And it's better to go inside and forget about some things.

You cry for help

But no one can hear you

And especially her.

You wait for the end of the news

And then go to bed.

You'd like to fly away

But instead you stay still

There, on this rooftop terrace,

You just stand there and stare...

You cry, cry, cry,

Cry for help

But no one can hear you

And especially her.

You'd like to fly away

But instead you stay still

There, on this rooftop terrace,

You just stand there and stare...

Alone on the rooftop...

On the rooftop...