Tutti i santi giorni [English translation]

You burst in my head

What's the difference between the harm you do to me,

The harm you give to me,

The harm that you want?

And if the story is this one

I know, I would die

Then counting the stitches

Taking notes

Staying out of summaries

You're free to go

But maybe I hold you a little bit

You're free to go

But maybe I nailed you on the wall

Of my weeps, what a regrets

All day, every day

All day, every day

You throw balances to the wind and you already know

That you keep standing in this continual coming and going

Fast, fast, fast

You throw desires to the wind and you already know

That I remain in a precarious balance in this continual coming and going

Fast, fast, fast

But which kind of war is this one?

Words like blades

As sharp as swords

Pieces of glass, you make me walk on them

You're free to go

But maybe I hold you a little bit

You're free to go

But maybe I have been dreaming of you so much during the nights

That during the all days it looks like I can see you

All day, every day

You throw balances to the wind and you already know

That you keep standing in this continual coming and going

Fast, fast, fast

You throw desires to the wind and you already know

That I remain in a precarious balance in this continual coming and going

Fast, fast, fast

• Artist:Levante