Veste dal tessuto ardente,
di qualcosa caro mi sei reminescente;
ma se per dal freddo fuggire mi dovessi bruciare,
nel bianco e quiete abbraccio della neve lasciami gelare.
A nervous biting of the fingers
to keep the usual thoughts at bay
and an annoying hunger that lingers
make me wonder why I should stay.
I’m forgetting what it’s like to be caressed by a stray ray
of sunshine that from a prison of leaves broke free,
condemned to a life sentence within this society’s walls.
Keep telling myself I’ll soon get away,
but it never happens
and day per day life slips away.