Simple, fragile
a squeaking weak and unclear
Touching memories
of how we've reached this final apathy
what we've talked about
what we used to do
what we usually laughed at to be happy
why we threw away
what we found in our way
Talk to me everything
Talk to me gently
Talk to me when the people will be in silence
Talk to me heavenly
Talk to me when you'll see
Talk to me when those people will live in peace
What we want to engrave here
is our existence, our living proof
floating impatiently alone in the air
What we want to remember
are all the honesties and purities
that as time went by we've leaved
Talk to me everything
Talk to me gently
Talk to me when the people will be in silence
Talk to me heavenly
Talk to me when you'll see
Talk to me when those people will live in peace