Specchi d'acqua [English translation]

Perhaps I can't hear the voices

that carry me away

with a growing quickness

from the latent memory

of those hard-fought days

made of blood and wind,

dried up,

made of blood and wind.

I'll destroy the figures,

every face I've seen,

to reconstitute them, but bettered,

to reconstitute them yet again

within myself.

Everything

is expecting to go,

or to go back to its place

and I could still be there

caressing winter

in a body of water,

I could still be,

caressing winter

in a body of water,

I could still be...

I could still be...

I could still be there.

Perhaps I can't hear the voices

that carry me away

with a growing quickness

from the latent memory

of those hard-fought days

made of blood and wind,

dried up,

made of blood and wind.

I'll destroy the figures,

every face I've seen,

to reconstitute them, but bettered,

to reconstitute them yet again

within myself.