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