The days of doom commence And my soul is lost As the skies turn black Forgotten in darkness; A restless wanderer In gloomy autumn nights So a deathlike
Sento che non ho un sostegno sicuro forse prima o poi perdero l'amore per le piccole cose l'odore di un novembre che muore Ti sembrero' nostalgica...
A certain feeling assails Visions form to wonder why It still keeps fading Away to the stars The sanitarium is the night of the mind Hidden where no-
It flows out from inside It builds cities and fairytales Reachable from here through a stairway of dust But fail to restore The themes and rhymes and
And now that the cold has returned Where is my window From which I used to dominate The world My gray, black, azure world A world without no wars A world
The water's flowing down the river of the memories of days without a sound The waters carry away the memories of days lost in the abyss of my dawn Back
This is now, since and then and this is where we unendingly forever stand And then I saw your smile, the origin of the sun which cracks the stone of
[Kate Bush Cover] I still dream of Orgonon. I wake up crying. You're making rain, And you're just in reach, When you and sleep escape me. You're
Uncomfort within the improper feelings of this song I'd rather grey instead of marbled pearly skies Its imprint is alive like a post-war Stalingrad A
Slowly gliding down through the bottle that seems to have no end Sweet is the falling in those bubbles and colours When you leave nothing you care about
Scenery's far from the Sun Far from the dust Glide into dusk Cobalt of Match I see your eyes above the arch of your smile Lost in this nighttime through
Once she told me about a dog Which abandoned by its owner It died of melancholy Since the it was all a little bit clearer
Through the painting and the wite busts in the corridor of the fountain from a century I try to find you, I try The veil, the veil of the night descends
Andiam sopra ad aspettar Senti il circo arrivare? Tutti sopra per giocar Per la mano, e poi volare Between the flowers Amongst the grain I seek you
The shadow of the Earth Abyssing your lonely water-visage Giving us a breather from the yoke of the Star Before utter oppression restarts In a schism
More and more The rain lingers on War only was To bond us all Hell no, no war can paint this more sore The path is packed with bags of coal And bags
Si inizia un nuovo viaggio di terra, aria, e mare e poi volare, sino a quasi il sole sfiorare [Translation:] (A new jurney begins, by earth, air and
Lost in the storming of the north someone warm up his own beloved a feeble flower of the north No one can hear their sos but could someone ever care
