Bambola Crudele

One more day
That you're not with me
And I only think of you

I have to stop it
Or what kind of life is it
Turn around and look
At the confusion
That's here

If my body is here
What do I do if your body isn't here

If there's a memory here
That I dream of embracing at three in the morning

If my name is here
On whose lips will it have the same irony

That even the wind understands
How cruel
My doll is

If my blood is here
What is it ready for if there's no jealousy

Tell me to whom do I tell
How cruel
My doll is

It's raining for us
It's raining on our farewell
But as you can see
I'm the only one getting wet

I come to look for you
With my soul holding its breath
Feeling lost
Look at the disasters it creates

If my body is here ...