Triesteitaliana Lyrics - Novembre

There at the borders 

Cold and rigid guardians dressed of no life 

We run and run in circles 

Till the world stops spinning round 

(Run in circles, and the world as we know it, spins in silence) 

Till remaining breathless, panting 

Overwhelmed by laughter 

Starry skies of stains 

Ultimately sorry 

Uneducated random strokes of pain 

It's a chain going backwards through the veins 

Must sew up this wound and run away 

I can feel their strength 

Through crooked-lightning desert pathways 

Run and run and run the pathways 

branching off through time 

Two lone-wolves shared 

the utmost silence of the time 

(run, run the pathways as you share 

the uttermost of silence) 

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