A child in the womb, magic silence of the life, easy, like the sky and the sea, always. Day after day, step by step, the things are clear, the white
Sometimes, I'm looking down, on the floor, I go without useless things around me, around me; and maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm crazy, yes, but I need
You, youa are feeling the hate of your girl While the television is glad There is a stupid face without expression Like in a mahlerian symphony And
The time is like an hammer on me, I taste a love without solution for us. Fine, like your black eyes, like our days and your smile, and we know,
It's complicated, the streets are full, and I look at the sky, tonight; all the things are so dark, and the air is strange, my heart is strange, and
My house is a great black sky And I look at the things with my eyes of ice My life is an empty cage And my dreams are full of disjointed numbers
Thank, my God, For all the things in our life, And for this song, And the strength that now I'm feeling. Oh, my Lord, Sometime I think that the world
Slow time, A slow time, full of deceit; Empty space, for your days and for your nights. But you, friend, You read the words in the world, And your big
You'e tell me now, but my mind it's not here, I'm looking down, yes I know, I'm sorry; there is a light in your eyes, in these days, a strange light
Dark road, without lights and tears, Things without a solution, dear, My soul is full of that, now, And your soul too, yes I know. Where is the sun of
My son and I close the house, And we look (at) the rain from the window, We look (at) the rain from the window. My son and I close the eyes, And we're
The notes are falling now, Like an heavy thing, I take this dream, again, The smile of a new song. But tears streamed down her face, But tears streamed
The little ghosts are here in our minds; and I know that, I know my madness. I'm walking on this black floor, over my eyes, over a dirty life. Over (the
I have enough, I have enough for all; come friend, you must listen to me, please. This is my trip... a book in my hands, and a little sweet talisman.
Water, oh water I need your sweet caress... When... I am a sick child, a sad man; I am an eagle without wings. I taste my pain day after day, and I feel
The man with the flute is one of us, with big black eyes and a case in his hands. An enigmatic smile on his face, and a numerical ocean in his brain...
I feel a thing in my mind, And it's strange for me. I feel a war in my soul, Something to shake. My hearth is full of a new hate, And it's very good:
"Hello, my tree, how are you? I would like to say a word to you, I just want to tell you that: now I need your wisdom. [PRE.] I'm a dreamer without dreams
