ThirstThere are so many troubles in my life!
Since I was born I drag it full of pain.
I was condemned like a useless coin
My day, I can’t find a moment without strife.
The strategy of my game has not been right
Foiled by wretched Fate, blindfolded.
Orphaned, estranged, without a goal, in flight
I always found open chasms on the road.
Like those condemned to live in limbo,
There is no resting place where I can go.
I am thirsting for a little peace from sorrow.
I’d like to spend my last days at least,
undisturbed, - like a hermit - in peace,
inside a desolate cavern in the forest.
There I’d like to have you as my guest, o Death,
and grunt out to you ─ frruu... with my last breath.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)