E Chiove

How narrow this street is
The people don't fit
It's a procession
That walks slowly
No one is dead
No one is a saint
No voice is heard
And no bell rings
And meanwhile the heart waits
Longing for fountains

And it rains, on top of creatures
They would like to wrap up this moon
With a rope
To take me far away
To take me far away
Where the sky that is never
Gets dark

And it rains, on the ground and no one
Would like to command to
Squeeze the pain
Into this bitter corner
That doesn't know the sea
Because the sea is far away
Yet so close

How long this street is
Why doesn't it ever sprout
It gets lost among the priests
Amidst tangled cards
Under the wall's ivy
That climbs and swears
The echoes of days
Evenings without bread
And meanwhile the heart waits
Longing for fountains

And it rains, on top of creatures
They would like to wrap up this moon
With a rope
To take me far away
To take me far away
Where the sky that is never
Gets dark

And it rains, on the ground and no one
Would like to command to squeeze
The pain
Into this bitter corner
That doesn't know the sea
Because the sea is far away
Yet so close

Into this bitter corner
That doesn't know the sea
Because the sea is far away
Yet so close