I could be dead for you, my old friends
Even if I've just chosen isolation
And the reason seems to me so evident
Oh, I could be dead for you my dear friends, I should be dead
I could be dead for you my dear friends
And you could be dead for me too, my old friends
Even if I buried you with my own hands
Oh, from your memory I'll forever hang
From your memory I'll forever hang
Meeting after a long time in this Summer's day
We're supposed to have many things to say
Many dog days passed since the ones we shared then
Oh, it seems like we have nothing more to share
At least nothing that I want to share
Nor anything diverse from your commonplaces
That you wave in the air as flags of boring defence
Oh, I shouldn't idealize again my old friends
At least if I don't become deluding as them
I won't become deluding as them