Grande mistero [English translation]

The blackbird will keep asking,

Tapping its beak

On the eaves, unsheathed,

The only sword he got:

O night, night

why do you hug all of us

But in the end you seem

Never even look at us

And even the black cat will say so,

Sleeping over a fridge

In the open dump

Among flowers trodden down:

O wave, wave

Why do you bring back everything

When in a single blow

You will take back everything

Rocking moons, 1

I've ridden quite some along forbidden roads

Being held at bladepoint by the days

I've lost a fat bunch of things but

I've also filled my pockets

With sun-coins

And with ice balls struck with a header 2

But this rumbling I got in my breath 3

Remains my great

Big mystery

Big mystery

You'll get it by looking closely at the bat

In search of its path

Under a broken street-lamp

Taking bends that you can't experience:

O darkness, darkness

Why did you almost catch me

But as soon as I gave in

You then went away

You are going to remember balls of clouds

And threads of rain

Fallen here by mistake

Over the old gate:

O wind, wind

You get stuck to these boughs

You mingle to the sighs

And then you're going to steal them

Rocking moons

I've ridden quite some along forbidden roads

Being held at bladepoint by the days

I've lost a fat bunch of things but

I've also filled my pockets

With sun-coins

And with ice balls struck with a header

But this rumbling I got in breath

Remains my great

Big mystery

Big mystery

Big mystery

Big mystery

1. A pun with 'rocking chairs', of course suggested by their shape. 2. Just like in a soccer game. 3. Literally: this rumbling I got under my breath. The original phrasing sounds quite cryptic, and does not share the meaning of the English idiom 'under one's breath', i.e. 'said in a whisper'. So I had to rephrase and try not to miss the whole point.

• Artist:Irene Fornaciari
• Album:Grande mistero