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
Now I know, this is the end, the monster is here, with us. Yes I know, the sky is black, like the hate in our brains. But our God knows good and the evil
You, you are a little thing in this world, feeble light in the universe, misunderstood voice in the darkness, in the middle of (the) planets and (the)
To look at oneself in the mirror, and to see all the history in one?s own. To look danger in the face, to look at oneself and to die. And in my old mind
Opening my eyes, in a dull and normal day, I was saying to myself: God, I need you! Somebody to love, and something to preserve, I can afford it, my God
Welcome, my sweet Queen. Tonight you?re so fine, but your face is black. Darling, I need you, I need your strangeness, tell me something, now. Yes, maybe
I like the peace of this place, the calm, the calm, of the sea; the stillness of the night, the stillness of the air, when there is no wind. And this
It?s the moment to go, I believe in me, I wanna to change all my life. It?s the moment to say, I believe in you, the world is, now, in my hands. Your
I'm going into this world, I'm walking on the pain, I'm going into this old black dream; all the things and all the thoughts, everything is pressing
Try to remember, you need safe roads in your mind; because we are little things, little endless, endless things. And so, you can choose: the fire
Little dream of my life, today I want to cry. I want to do a special thing, to feel only my thought. Light, i need the light of the dream, God, I
The sea is like a sheet of glass, in this strange night, but I'm so tired as not be able to think. I pray, I pray God it won't happen again. Stupid
Shut the door, shut your suitcase and come along, we can't carry on like this. Money, money, (eh) I don't care about it, I want to live to be old
I really remember. A strange sensation in my mind: over the rainbow, without God and without false religion. And to look at the world, to break the
Old world, so shining, your scent is like (a) rusty dream in my mind. All your sweet abundance is now a repulsive lie to my life. I want to rest,
Stay with me, this night I'm afraid of death. Stay with me, I need to feel your hands. I only want to be, I only want to be, and to run over my