Ne abbiamo attraversate di tempeste. e quante prove antiche e dure. ed un aiuto chiaro da un'invisibile carezza. di un custode.. Degna la vita di colui che sveglio.
And even if I'm feeling scared. I will need confession to know. To know where I'm heading towards. To know who I'm heading towards. . And all the things I couldn't do.
Hey sister poet. dear brother poet too. . These tears are words. I make them wanna be with you. . Cuz I need to spend my money. I'm a music makin' man.
21st century boy. No fall out boy. No hallucination. Generation. . Just International Bulletproof Talent. . Groove riders. Join the underground. Groove riders.
Presso una casa antica e bella. piena di foto di Regine e di bandiere. aspettavamo il Console Italiano.. La fine dell'estate fu veloce. nuvole nere in cielo e qualche foglia in terra.
Keep on dancing. Keep on doin' the jerk. Shake it, shake it baby. Come on and show me how you work. . Now you're in motion. Keep on dancin' and a prancin'.
Witching hour bad moon is on the rise. I can't resist its infernal cold power. When it blaze into my eyes. . Feel I am slowly changing. Begin to lose my track.
In the night, in the chair. He sits there, he sits tight. No more cans, no more crime. See the place, see the time. . You never know. . He walks light, don't know how.
I heard a rumor from a friend and another one that said. It was impossible to push your feelings away. I heard it took a lifetime for someone to forget a love.
Death once walked this relic land. He came while all would sleep. Death held up his bony hand. And with it death did sweep. Across all land and water.
A gut pull drag on me. Into the calm gaping we. Mirrors multi reflecting this. Between spunk stained sheet and odorous whim. . Calm eye-flick-shudder within.
The clown came down to meet me. With a smile upon his face. He fired his starting pistol. And began the human race. . There were faces all around me. They were running everywhere.
Sitting down considering. If there's a way. Of leaving you behind. You're still here. . Wondering about you. And what you could do. To take away your pain.
Le sento pi vicine le sacre sinfonie del tempo. con una idea: che siamo esseri immortali. caduti nelle tenebre, destinati a errare;. nei secoli dei secoli, fino a completa guarigione..
I phoned the local station. I kinda like the things, they're playing. So I settled down to listen nice and easy. The D.J. plays our kind of music. He's asked us folk to choose it.
Holy Jesus, fuckin' Christ. Forgive my fuckin' head. It's full of doubts and questions. Did you really raise the dead?. . Are you really so pathetic. That you can't be critisised?.
You fear the lesson. And fear to walk. And fear to pass on. Your fear to talk. . The teacher was feared. Your parents too. Then you became. The fear of you, fear, fear.
I am here, I am here. Please take time. It doesn't matter what you have in mind for me. I don't know. It doesn't matter if you wanna do what I do. . I can't feel with this old feeling.
Il vento gonfiava le mie vesti. di veramente stabile erano le mie scarpe nere. alle caviglie ortopediche.. Un tempo passavo ore in palestra. continuai a inseguirla per inerzia..