Song

Do not rely on time or eternity,

that the clouds pull me by the dresses

that the winds drag me against my desire!

Hurry up, love, because tomorrow I die,

that tomorrow I die and I don't see you!

Do not linger so far, in such a secret place,

nacre of silence that the sea compresses,

the lip, limit of the absolute instant!

Hurry up, love, because tomorrow I die,

that tomorrow I die and I don't listen to you!

It appears to me now that I still recognize

the anemone open on your face

and around the walls the enemy wind...

Hurry up, love, because tomorrow I die,

that tomorrow I die and I don't tell you...