Tutto alle tre [English translation]

Your suitcase is there on the floor

I remember the day you brought it

seventh floor, how many stairs and yet how happy I was

as I came down that morning to open my door for you

You walked in as a hurricane comes

it happened as when the wind blows

but I didn't understand you, I never understood anything

that world you created around me just seemed strange

But last night when I got back

there was a silence that froze the heart

it was a desert, an abandoned place

nothing around, no noise anymore

and I stumbled into the shadow of myself

in that house everything was fine

on the closed suitcase you wrote two lines:

"I'll come and pick it up at three"

It is still night and I woke up

it's strange to wake up sideways

in this big bed, too big, as big as a lawn

where I feel alone like a stupid and lost dog

Your suitcase is there on the floor

and I hate its long dark shadow

it is almost dawn, a world of concrete is born behind the shutters

and this day that is now born slowly, yes, scares me

And when a man finds out there are on his face

clear warm baby tears

all pride dies suddenly

I get up all of a sudden, go to the table

and drops of sweat on that sheet

drops of crying, a few dark marks

every word is a cry of pain

I apologize, come home love!

I'm so sorry, come home love ...