Canto - Marlene Kuntz

Sto perdendoti

(e quando accadr?

il demonio del grande rammarico

il mio girovagare dovr?

fuggire ovunque,

inseguito dalla colpa)

Di quel che sciupai

ben pi?

sciuper?

fra i timori e l’inettitudine,

e a ogni persa occasione o vilt?

la tua fine in me crescer?

come un’onta.

Canto il bene che ti vorrei,

chiuso tra le pene

di un’inesprimibile prigione che mi opprime.

Canto il nulla che prenderai

dalle folli mie pene,

e non mi?

di consolazione sapere

che son figlie anch’esse di te.

Stai guardandomi…

Ti sento… lo sai?

ma non serve a farti raggiungere

da un afflato di umanit?.

E apatia ti d?,

anelando alla dolcezza.

Canto…

(Grazie a sHiRiLiz per questo testo)

I'm losing you

(and when will it happen?

the devil of great regret

my wandering will have to?

flee everywhere,

chased by guilt)

Of what I wasted

much more?

waste?

between fears and ineptitude,

and at every lost opportunity or cowardice?

Will your end grow in me?

like a shame.

I sing the good that I would like you,

closed between the penalties

of an inexpressible prison that oppresses me.

I sing the nothing you will take

from my mad pains,

and not me?

of consolation to know

who are also daughters of you.

You're looking at me ...

I feel you… do you know?

but it does not serve to make you reach

from a breath of humanity?

And apathy gives you ?,

yearning for sweetness.

I sing…

(Thanks to sHiRiLiz for this text)