Il nostro caro angelo [English translation]

The lion pit

Is still real.

It is impossible for us to get out of it:

It's a slogan [saying]: “Falsehood”.

Our dear angel

Eats roots and then

He sleeps in bushes underneath the trees,

But he will never be a slave.

Smoke and mirrors:

[Those] with no reason flash on the ground

Like prostitutes who – during the night – sell

A merry basket full of love, that is never love.

[They are just] fear and alienation,

And not what you say:

Those wrinkles have been existing for too many centuries,

And you cannot make them up anymore.

Our dear angel

Is young – you know? –:

The fishnets prevent him to fly freely,

But he never resigns.

Cathedrals obscure

His white wings, [that] are no more white.

Still, our ambitions lighten the dark,

Lighted tracers point him the [light] blue.

• Artist:Lucio Battisti
• Album:Il nostro caro angelo