Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he's held by the sea's roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he'll never go back.
Written on the wind
Written on the wind the words came one day,
shivering, and tired, and confused.
This Autumn I mourn
the fear of a leaf
who paid to October
a fistful of days
She wasn't taller than her doll-house.
She was still writing to Santa Claus.
Dark curly hair and wide open eyes
she piously kneeled piercing the skies.
I stood silently watching the room
it was my last time there.
Weep no more, my Willow Tree!
Fill by tears the ruffled Sea.
Shiver not, hold your breath still.
An it harm none, do as ye will.
Flaming glowing moon, sleeplessness moon,
Overbearing, foolishness, in the heart of June
Mercilessly you torment my eyelids to falter,
I am hit by your ray like a boat by water.
It was like a shell
without a pearl
Sono seduta da così tanto tempo
in questa stazione
che confondo i treni che arrivano
Please, let me live, give me a chance
of life on Earth to have a glance,