Stracciabudella [English translation]

If I sigh,

Don't worry,

I am just leafing through twisted days, and it's not funny.

You talk a lot

saying nothing,

good messages, but in bottles too small.

If I look at us from outside,

I wonder if we are more foolish

or romantic.

Dig into my eyes, scream softly,

You always come to ask,

Squeeze me tighter, tight enough to hurt,

until I sort of melt.

If one can desire it,

I already expect it (to happen)

Eat me, my skin,

Let me breathe you in,

gather you up.

If you believe in me,

Don't make me go.

The horizon can hurt, can confuse.

I can’t figure out how the tremor

can be a cold fear and also a desire to live.

If I look at us from outside,

I wonder if we are more foolish

or romantic.

Dig into my eyes, scream softly,

You always come to ask,

Squeeze me tighter, tight enough to hurt,

until I sort of melt.

If one can desire it,

I already expect it (to happen)

Eat me, my skin,

Let me breathe you in,

gather you up.

If I sigh,

Don't worry,