Ossa mea
Hands of deads, those hands of snow
Tons of ivory, and rich bones
Glindind in the air, in a soft and light gesture
That seems to order, but just beg

Ossa mea
Kyrie eleison
Ossa mea
Requiescat in pace

Rise in the distance as if raised them
Someone that in view of the altar's sacrifices
Hands that consecrate, hands that leave soon
But whose shadow stay in my eyes

Ossa mea
Kyrie eleison
Ossa mea
Requiescat in pace

They sing this mansion, where among weeping
Each one waits for the sepulchral handful
Of damp dust that will stifle its corners
Each of us is a compass without north
Others sing the life: I sing death

I feel them now
Bigs, hurts, pales, touchings
Silent the eyes
Of the deadly signs
Hands of hope
To the madness souls
Closing so many mouths in the same time