Dio non c'è [English translation]

What am I doing in this church,

I who don’t believe in your Jesus,

with this void that’s weighing on me

now that you’re not there anymore?

How could you be a priest

between communists and Pharisees?

And how far away Mount Amiata is!

Ernesto, you won’t see it again.

God is not there,

I don’t believe in him, you know.

God is not there,

I don’t believe in him and you won’t convince me.

It was a talk we left unfinished

when I lost myself and was no longer myself.

Your church in trouble and the community

was at least something, a small light in the dark.

And now God is not there,

and I need him.

God is not there

and now I’m saying blasphemies as prayers.

The world comes over Florence

just to have a coffee

and among the imbecile indifference

the strong people, like you, die.

Because God is not there,

we're alone down here.

I tell you God is not there,

but your voice doesn't answer me anymore.

I searched for him with all my will,

but faith is only a God’s gift.

I knew, on Sunday you were there,

you were at least something, a small light in the dark.

And now God is not there,

no, he is not there.

But what am I doing in this church,

full of people like you

who still wants to believe in something,

while a desperate silence inside me

is shouting: God is not there.

• Artist:Marco Masini