Dentistry Broken Front Tooth

Il conto di un'anima trascurata/The bill of a neglected soul

There was a time not far
in which a shell of stone was defending my pain
taking refuge in the "duty"
even though I saw the world collapse around me year after year.

There Was a Time Not to

in which a shell of stone was defending my pain
taking refuge in the "duty"
even though I saw the world collapse around me year after year.

Non una lacrima, non un cedimento
camminare senza avere pietà per ciò che il mio cuore provava.

Not a tear, not a failure

walk without feeling pity for what my heart felt.


Ma l'anima assorbe come una spugna
e la sua luce, anche se affievolita, rimane sempre viva.

But the soul absorbs like a sponge

and its light, though weakened, is still alive.

Arriva un tempo in cui ti presenta il conto
ti chiede perchè anche tu l'hai tradita ed ignorata
facendole più male
di chi lo faceva a te.

There comes a time when it submits you the bill

and it also ask why you have betrayed and ignored it 
making Itself more harm
Than who did it to you.

That courage and coolness that flaunt
were the only way I found
for not admitting the need for protection and peace of mind
you need to learn to live.

That courage and coolness That flaunt

Were the only way I've found
not to admit the need for protection and peace of mind
I needed to learn to live.

So Suddenly, one day show that child whom you ignored for years
and cry for the sense of helplessness that you feel him
for that weakness you could not afford a time.

And I know, Suddenly, one day you show That child who for years ignored

and cry for the sense of helplessness you feel That on
weakness For That You Could not afford a time.

teach someone how to walk
long way and will
surround it in the dark and noise
and will no longer recognize his path.

Teach someone how to walk
and he will do a long way
Com HAVING surround and dark noise
No Longer Recognize His path.

I pray thee, my soul, take the time that I've stolen
and permit that barrier of stone
to hide, once again, my deep sense of sadness .

I pray thee, O my soul, take the time That I've stolen

That barrier of stone and permit
to hide, once again, my deep sense of sadness.


Lilybets