Solo una figlia [English translation]

Martina is 10 years old and she wants to be an adult already

in her imaginary world, as busy as her diary

she dreams of an always good man

of a future as a influencer

Nadir is 10 years old and she knows that now she is an adult already

in her imaginary world, she wants to write a diary

she dreams of being able to do it

and she'd also want to travel

But it's time to be a wife

and she has blood between her legs and an adult man who'll undress her

they've told her it's normal

that now she's ready for love

This is how a flower dies

it blooms without the sun

with the chill of a night that isn't spring

It's a kiss that doesn't wake up but makes the heart fall asleep

of someone who's just a daughter and doesn't want a child

Nadir is 15 years old and she has a little girl in her arms

a plan to run away, together, tomorrow at dawn

her black eyes on the horizon

where the waves die

Martina is 15 years old and her father has too many hands

her restless mother makes the sign of the cross

Martina has black eyes

but she puts make up on and runs to school

And she plays at being a woman

she makes her skirt three or four inches shorter

with too many heartbeats

and a phone in her hand

This is how a flower dies

it blooms without the sun

with the chill of a night that isn't spring

It's a hug that doesn't warm up but freezes the heart

of someone who's just a daughter of a father she doesn't want

It's a hug that doesn't warm up but freezes the heart

of someone who's just a daughter of a world she doesn't want

Nadir on the horizon gets lost in the waves

Martina joins her with the river that pushes her where nothing can be felt

where nothing hurts

nothing