E poi [English translation]

And then, and then

And then it will be like a death

Which falls down and never arrives.

And then, and then it will be like a flame

In the hell which imprisons.

And if I call you “love”,

Don't laugh that I call you “love”.

And then, and then

And then it will be like a death,

The night which never passes.

And then, and then it will be like madness

In emptiness which leaves.

And if I call you “love”,

Don't laugh that I call you “love”.

The love which does not fly,

Which lightly touches your face and which

Leaves you.

The love which makes you breath and then

Kills you.

And then, and then it forgets you,

It sets you free and then, and then

The night which never passes,

The night which never passes.

And then, and then

And then it will disappear

In emptiness which never ends.

And then, and then it will be like a death

If you will be going to go away.

And if I call you “love”,

Don't laugh that I call you “love”.

The love which does not fly,

Which lightly touches your face and which

Leaves you.

The love which asks for love

Which explains.

It makes you breath and then

Kills you.

And then, and then it forgets you,

It sets you free and then, and then it will be

The night which never passes,

The night which never passes...