I asked the mountains about you
To the fog over the countryside
I asked about you in the burned forests
To the creatures who didn't escape
I asked the fallen rocks for their opinion
On the highway, but they were sick
And some advice to the vanished beaches
To the fields destroyed by hailstorms
I have nothing to tell you
It was just to feel that we are still alive
I asked for you from the blue skies, from the boats
To the graffiti of caves and stations
Then I asked the Po Valley winters, the wolves, the sharks for directions
I asked about you in your tank top
I hung it outside like a flag
I hung it outside like a prayer
To find out if you're still alive
I have nothing to tell you
It was just to find out if we're still alive
And if the moon is waxing there
And if the moon is waxing there
And if the moon is waxing there
And if the moon is waxing there