Translation of the song lyrics Las cosas que no dices - Tiziano Ferro

Las cosas que no dices (original)

Y juego a pié desnudo en el fuego
Intentaré otro asalto, que (que)
Podría hasta gustarme
Apuesto y nunca gano
Y luego… vendado caigo al vacío
Cabeza abajo así (después)
Comienza hasta a gustarme, (así)
Me pierdo naufragando
En las cosas que no dices
Esas que en la noche
Un poco avergonzado
Ahora y siempre harás
Las comparten tus amigos (mas, mas)
Se curan pero a veces
Te quedan cicatrices
Mas ninguno las verá
Si piensas, no lo admites, mas (mas)
Te llega, pisa fuerte, ya (ya)
En mi cerebro hay algo
Que patina, qué será
Y con el Evangelio intentarás secar tus culpas, que (que)
Tampoco ese pañuelo que usas siempre absorberá (ya)
Y juego a pié desnudo en el fuego…
En las cosas que no dices…
En las cosas que no dices…
Y abres sacos de afecto
Que te tragarás de golpe
Tendrás purgatorios virtuales
El tuyo qué sabe de amores
Recurres a Dios implorando
Por eso le sigues rezando
En ese rincón tan estrecho
Tú nunca has hablado de esto
Y como entre sombras tú
Descubres los defectos que (que)
Celosamente por tu limbo tú (tú)
Ocultarás, celarás
Cubrirás, tragarás
Escupirás, calentarás
Tocarás, en el horno olvidarás
Hilarás, deshilarás
Chocarás o tal vez no
Mirarás, lo sabrás
Esconderás o qué sé yo
En las cosas que no dices…

(translation)

And I play barefoot in the fire
I'll try another assault, what (what)
I might even like
I bet and I never win
And then… bandaged I fall into the void
Head down like this (after)
It starts to like me, (like that)
I lose myself shipwrecking
In the things you don't say
Those that at night
a little embarrassed
Now and always you will
Your friends share them (more, more)
They heal but sometimes
you have scars
But no one will see them
If you think, you don't admit it, more (more)
It comes to you, stomp on it, already (already)
in my brain there is something
What skates, what will it be
And with the Gospel you will try to dry your faults, that (that)
Nor will that handkerchief you wear always absorb (anymore)
And I play barefoot in the fire...
In the things you don't say...
In the things you don't say...
And you open sacks of affection
that you will swallow at once
You will have virtual purgatories
Yours, what does he know about love?
You turn to God imploring
That's why you keep praying to him
In that narrow corner
You have never talked about this
And as in the shadows you
You discover the flaws that (that)
Jealously for your limbo you (you)
You will hide, you will be jealous
You will cover, you will swallow
You will spit, you will heat
You will touch, in the oven you will forget
You will unravel, you will unravel
You'll crash or maybe you won't
You will look, you will know
Will you hide or what do I know
In the things you don't say...