Please rain a tear of light in black ocean way 
Fellows smell of musk, through a tree-lined road 
In the dark green flow 
Outside tell me your name softly 
Outside wake me tonight slowly 
Please lead my dance with care 
With your mid-fall's rained words. 
We are the friends dancing in a sleeping Rome [bad word] on now dance through the bends of a glorious past 
We drink the tears of sky, with our trembling mouths 
Between earth and grey clouds... 
Someone tells we are dead when our dream is gone. 
How to prove to you that's wrong? 
So Please enjoy our dance outside 
Feel cold blue trance inside deeply 
Please lead our dance with care 
With your mid-fall's rained words 

La mota, il viso dei dormienti, 
Le colpe lievi delle genti, si 
Mi [bad word] se 
Niente pi'u niente fosse vero 
Nemmeno il cielo tra le dita 
Che piange su di noi 
Stringete lana imbevuta 
Mi bagno il viso un'altra volta, no 
Non mi dite che 
Dovete andare pi'u lontano, 
Umide vesti scolorite 
Che fate male sulla pelle [bad word] la mota sulla pelle 
Le ore lorde degli incanti 
I sogni scuri dei perdenti, s'I  [bad word] se 
Il buio fosse acqua e terra 
Torrente scuro, silenzioso 
Le labbra viola seducenti 
Umide membra giа basite