| From a soil drenched by tears and dry bitter blood |
| Nine crosses howl like in a spring funerary call |
| Father forgive your son ‘cause he’s grown old |
| Nine crosses |
| One time he wore pain like the most splendid crown |
| Nine crosses |
| Time as dust that covers the triumph of the past |
| Nine crosses burn |
| Could you forgive the sin of your own flesh? |
| Nine crosses burn |
| There’s a place in the middle |
| Where all begins and end |
| Around the old stone tree |
| Nine broken axis pay their fee |
| You, who give them sense and right |
| Please tell them who am I |
| Cada su di me questa fine per tre volte tre |
| Fall upon me three times three this denied ecstasy! |
| (Three times three upon me) |
| Not in heaven, nor' in hell |
| Could you dare to escape this cell? |
| Have you read those pages |
| Or just sadly dream of them? |
| Nove croci nel deserto delle nostre voci |
| Nove croci di sconfitta e rimpianto atroci |
| Have you written those pages |
| Or just loudly call for them? |
| Nove croci nel deserto delle nostre voci |
| Nove croci di sconfitta e rimpianto atroci |
| Father, West sun falls down on the horizon line |
| Father, the world you know is just as sand in time |
| Not in heaven, nor' in hell |
| Could you dare to escape this cell? |
| Have you read those pages |
| Or just sadly dream of them? |
| Nove croci nel deserto delle nostre voci |
| Nove croci di sconfitta e rimpianto atroci |
| Have you written those pages |
| Or just loudly call for them? |
| Nove croci nel deserto delle nostre voci |
| Nove croci di sconfitta e rimpianto atroci |