Ruggero runs in the field
He's carefree
Jumping, he goes through the gardens
His friends, all dead
His friends, all dead
And then he looks at his hands
Everything's changed
How many years has it been
It's almost funny
Ruggero is running for hours
He's never tired
The sun is already chasing the moon
It's a curse
It's his curse
And then he looks at his hands
He's still strong
Of his imaginary world
What will be left?
And then he looks at his hands
Now everything's clear
That time shifted
And Ruggero keeps running
And then he looks at his hands
Now everything's clear
Of his imaginary world
Something will be left
Ruggero runs in the field
He's carefree
Jumping, he goes through the gardens
His friends, all dead
His friends, all dead