There is a reason that grows in me
and unconsciousness vanishes and like a journey in the night it ends
tell me, tell me, tell me what's the point of giving love to a man without mercy
br/>one who has never felt finished
who has never lost, never for me, for me a song
never a poor illusion a banal thought something that remains
instead for me, more than normal
that a small emotion makes me feel bad
a word said slowly is already enough and I no longer see reality 
I no longer see where it stands
the clear difference between the blindest love
and the stupidest patience no, I no longer see reality 
nor how much tenderness my inconsistency gives you
to think that you would live very well even without it.
There is a reason that grows in me and a fear that is born
the imponderable confuses the mind
until it is not felt and then, for me more than normal
that a small emotion makes me feel bad
a word said slowly is already enough
and I no longer see reality I no longer see where it stands
the clear difference between the blindest love
and the stupidest patience no, I no longer see reality 
nor how much tenderness my inconsistency gives you
to think that you would live very well even without it.