Prima di te [English translation]

Before you, no deep wounds

The freedom of a wave which goes

My life played always on the cushion*

How to do it if you only half believe?

Tell me what is this pain which proliferates

Inside me, even in my soul

Tell me, why always the same question

The only one that has no answer

And your eyes follow me

Like lamps at night

And they become bigger little by litte

While I try to escape

To take you out of my heart

To hide your name

Of the things I’ll do

But how could I learn to be without you, to wait for

A draught from land or sea to drag me further away

Where I can’t go searching for another life, a sign

Which will stop me from thinking about you again

Yet or not

And I cross my deserts

With steps still uncertain

Treading on your memories

Till they turn into dust

It’s hard to learn to be without you

To always look for something to do where there’s nothing to be done

And to spend each night

Where I could meet you

Because I don’t manage to leave everything like it is

But I have to learn to be without you

To wait for a draught from land or sea which will carry me further away,

But what will come after you?

What will come, same question

Even in my soul there’s an ongoing wave

Even in my soul

• Artist:Marco Carta
• Album:La forza mia (2009)