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Translation
SOGNO DELLA GALLERIA
A dark water is raining over me,
how it's late, we don't never arrive,
a square full of people who look at me,
i'm naked, I feel ashamed, and I run away...
I fall down, got up, and I fall down again,
I feel also the weight of the air upon my head...
I see a reflex, but I am not that person,
My eyes were more clear...
I call a friend, but his shadows run away,
and it's made red, red, red by the light...
There is no air in this gallery,
that passes under my house,
Hidden and undertaken streets, I don't know why
And what do you want from me in this room ???
I search for a street, to stop or to go,
and a woman without proud comes from so far...
I want to run, I want to go away, this is not my house,
I want to run, I want to go away, beyond this gallery...
She is waiting for me and I have to find her,
and If come late, she may hurt herself...
The window with pink glasses,
opens itself on an interior of a church,
An altar is missing, there is neither saints nor prayers,
And is neither winter nor spring...
I search for a street to stop or to go,
Toward the horizont, there is a lot of sky and a lot of flies to start up...
I want to run, I want to go away, this is not my house,
I want to run, I want to go away, beyond this gallery...
She is waiting for me and I have to find her,
and If come late, she may hurt herself...
I search for a street to stop or to go,
Toward the horizont, there is a lot of sky and a lot of flies to start up...
I want to run, I want to go away, this is not my house,
I want to run, I want to go away, beyond this gallery...
She is waiting for me and I have to find her,
and If come late, she may hurt herself...
Guest on 2010-01-01✕
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Comments
Why not translate the title?
And "chiamo senza voce" is not translated.