Ammesso che un Dio esista [English translation]

I could recognize which God

Would wager His soul in my place

I would show him the boundary between fear and dignity

And these dropping wet hands of blood and hardships

You still had tears, my heart,

Moments of regret ... fantasies

I would take Him to places where pity did not even matter

He would have so much stomach to cry

From which winter ... what a plug

From which winter ... what a punishment

From which winter ... which hand

From what goodbye I will be born again

I could only take it off in my eyes

At least the habit of madness

And this useless horror

I would ask Him words to bend the reality

In a hundred, a thousand pages and then ... nothing more

From which winter ... what a plug

From which winter ... what a punishment

From which winter ... which hand

From which farewell will I save

But here is no longer live

But here it does not exist anymore

In this hell

We forget what we really are

What we really are

From which winter (who you are - and will not find us) ... which plug

From which winter ... what a punishment

From which winter (who you are) ... which hand

From which farewell (if there is any) ...

From which winter ... which plug (who you are)

From which hell I will be born again

• Artist:Anna Oxa
• Album:Proxima