Ricordo di una notte d'inverno [English Version]

At the bus stop
with the night descendent trought the ruins
so blanck behind the shoulders, you
turning to the light,
the radiant face turned.

The day it was I don't remember
But in the dubt I don't stop.
Far and isolated remains
from the story suspended
the picture of that night

Chills girds the body
as the memory of that time
The attack brought so often
from it, breaks the breath
blody taste trought the teeth

The woman who to kidnap my soul
Had not thought
Is now run in remote places
that I don't seek
but only, in wet blankets, dream.