Spirito libero [English translation]

Free spirit...little and useless...I write not to stay...with an emotion inside...I have to express myself...I feel the notes...flowing slowly I feel them dying down...under the freshness of my skin...useless swords

I'd like to clone my every shiver for you...and put it away day by day like a hard memory...then...I look up...the great night...there are stars but...a drop falls...I, free spirit,...from pure dreams...like snow that falls without noisy...and my though flies free...it's wandering looking for you, it leaves a beam of great light...air is great and it keeps writing to you...maybe if the bed and...you're dreaming of me...but immobile and sweet how many thing I'd like to have only to give them to you

Then an idea runs away and it will reach you and it will enter in your dreams...to make them magic...until your beats...are music that...joins us in the bottom and you'll be the freest bride...the purest one...like the snow that falls without noisy...then there is me, free spirit, that will tell you a fairy tale...night and shiver that...will come with us and always stronger notes that will play for us...and will cradle nights and mornings and the children's souls who will give us new odors and poetries

I close my eyes and I make you closer to me...I, free spirit