--- Forgive the English but I had to translate it loosely from italian--- Looking with tired eyes, I remember my sins, Awaiting the sorrowful end, Of their demented whispers. Beside me, winter continues, Its white snow that freezes, And inside me, my naive heart groans, and hides in fear. They tried to hide it, Under the ice and the smell of death, But my hope is still here, At the expense of the strongest. Because the strongest is no longer there, Even though it tried so hard to kill me, That rot inside my head, Now it no longer knows how to repress me. And they look on in amazement, Those who didn't believe it, Because they thought I would die, Or hoped or feared it. I still don't know when or if I'll ever get better, While the torment increases, But of this I'm already sure, That it's the pain that no longer smolders. I knew I couldn't stop anymore, When love is so strong, Because that's what helps me the most, In moments when there's no hope. I've been waiting so long for this new spring, After the chill of the sad winter, Where death reigned supreme, In this deathly and cold hell. But now I've had enough of suffering, I don't want it anymore, Because with my strength I'm still trying, To disappear into the happy recesses, Where I remember the good times of yore.