La geografia del mio cammino [English translation]

And whose will the courage be then if not mine?

If that light goes off,

I'm the one left.

Whose is the deepest decision

beyond dreams suspended from a song?

Today I recognise the sound

of the voice of who I am.

And I trust a past loaden with the naivety

of those who go from amazement to another age.

Because when everything doesn't seem that clear,

if I stop in search of a thought,

in a mirror, I discover the sky

and the geography of my path.

To me,

I come back to me

because I have learnt to keep myself company.

Inside me,

I revive and rub my melancholy

as beautiful as I had never seen myself before, never,

right next to the destiny

written on the lines of my hand.

The hurricane spinning around me,

it's only me.

I see the hope at the bottom of that oblivion.

My defect is the experience I haven't had yet,

but I don't care much about it,

I'm no longer afraid.

To me,

I come back to me

because I have learnt to keep myself company.

Inside me,

I repeat a blasphemy and a poem

as beautiful as I had never heard it before, never.

My eyes are fixed on the horizon,

on the asphalt, I leave my footprints.

What is solitude?

What is it?

I feel like deciding it

on my own!

Own my own!

I come back to me,

to me so as to no longer walk away from myself.

I come back to me!

In a mirror, I discover the sky

and the geography of my path.

Of my path.