Un secondo prima [English translation]

We're weak and thin like sheets of paper

Almost see-through like butterfly wings

But no one ever tells us that, no one ever talks about that

We always lean too much forward to look a little further

Always thinking we're stronger than regrets

First accept that you also learn from mistakes

And it happens that when you're in it and water is already over your neck

You feel unprepared a hundred times more than at school

'Cause there is always an after and a second before

Only one occasion, one out of a hundred-thousand

And you that alone are enough

When from the sky are raining stones

To save me

The axis of my world is tilting again

And happiness is always further up, far too much on the top

Alone, there, on another shore, that you can't even reach swimming

Like ink that drools on the pages

Of a paper book and makes your fingers dirty

And sometimes it even tears your face, your life

Like scrap paper

And then hugs you again

And we're all in the middle of the cross of a viewfinder

As if the next one would be the last breath

'Cause there is always an after and a second before

Only one occasion, one out of a hundred-thousand

And you that alone are enough

When from the sky are raining stones

To save me

The axis of my world is tilting again

And happiness is always further up, far too much on the top

Alone, there, on another shore, that you can't even reach swimming

Everything is reborn, even from a weeping

And eyes readjust themselves to the light

And slowly you recognize yourself again

Even in a broken glass

'Cause there is always an after and a second before

'Cause there is always an after and a second before

Only one occasion, one out of a hundred-thousand

And you that alone are enough

When from the sky are raining stones

To save me

The axis of my world is tilting again

And happiness again suddenly gets nearer

Although maybe nothing actually

Nothing in the end is actually like before

Nothing will ever be like before

Nothing will ever return like before

Nothing in the end is actually like before

Nothing will ever be like before

• Artist:Michele Bravi
• Album:La Geografia Del Buio