Le Ore Rosa Di Mazenderan

The pink hours of Mazenderan
Your screams are in my mouth
and fail inside my heads...
The spirit among the trees, the mask I've never kissed...
I will unhinge the balcony,
leaving against it will tremble and run on the contrary.
Trying to keep back life

I take-off my eyes,
dancing in my shoes,
touching with faith the holy water.