Le Lacrime Di Proserpina - Hexperos

Sono nata il ventuno a primavera

Ma non sapevo che nascere folle

Aprire le zolle

Potesse scatenar tempesta

Così Proserpina lieve

Vede piovere sulle erbe

Sui grossi frumenti gentili

E piange sempre la sera

Forse è la sua preghiera

I was born on the twenty-first in spring

But I didn't know what to be born insane

Open the clods

Could cause a storm

So mild Proserpina

He sees it raining on the herbs

On the big gentle wheats

And he always cries in the evening

Maybe it's his prayer