In my right hand is a bloody flag,
In my left hand is a torn up book
Run away, run away, it's a running parade
Hoping to find an exit
Save yourselves
Take our hands, make a circle, each standing on a red number,
Without my memories,
I'm in the worst condition
Rosso, rosso, rosso [1]
Is the only color I seem to see.
Even if I die, I won't give up
He-tal-ia.
"Ahh, you all have come to see me,
I have something to tell you...
Please, don't be afraid, please don't run away! Come back!"
[1] - red
