Eccomi [English translation]

I remember the first time

I told myself: "now it is your turn".

And I laughed and I cried and I'd say

"Love, love, love..."

But, which love? What love? Where's love,

When love doesn't know anything about me?

And, very slowly, I learned to renounce to it all.

I,

I wasn't ready yet.

But

With all of my goodwill, I

Tried and later, tried again

And tried yet once more

And then, I thought I had found the one;

He, instead, has made me feel lower

Than I'd ever been (before)!

Here I am,

With this great nothingness I have.

Inevitably, I

(Must) restart all over again...

Yes, here I am,

Or I wouldn't be me anymore...

Won't you give me another story, Lord?

Won't you give it to me

Or must I always be the one to suffer?

I'm ever stuck with the same problems

Which always keep finding me!

I have made myself great,

I have made myself very small;

I've been a full verse

And then, a useless word.

I've been a fantasy,

But all of this is worth nothing...

No!

I can't, I don't want to, I mustn't

I don't believe it; not me!

But how many times yet

One must pay, because

Everything is over?

I have enough strength left to say

That everything is truly over...

Lord! Oh my Lord,

With what I have left, which is naught, I

Will be able to start again,

I...