In the month of May my point of view suddenly changed
This time I was more sure that I would be able to hold on, hold onto it
We repeatedly left the same places with more lung capacity
and I stopped a number of times to keep the path in my mind
It was necessary to remember the steps that brought me to those places
memorising every footprint in order to return there in darker times
That day I was probably worrying too much and this understanding brought about my first step
That day of yellow rain
on the bay
That day the same rain
through the veins
The night of fires came earlier than usually the dept of winter
Gathered in the house, the light dimwe talk in wispers, waiting for some good news listenig from here
Midnight comes, the spirit pushes And we push just as hard
We run downhill - our shoulders covered by long shadows
But motorbikes are still bicycles - the headlights lanterns
The mountain is turning upside down
That day of yellow rain
on the slate
Hot slate led the rain
through the veins
E' visione insostenibile il proprio riflesso
e comunque non si vede mai
Allora cechi ammirate la vostra proiezione artefatta
Da operatori imperiali e pessimi architetti come protesi di membra castrate
Noi dunque distrutti ci vedremo ancora per accendere un cero sotto il nuovo monumento-trattino-sepolcro
e per oggi la propria ombra resta comunque la più fedele immagine di se
And then we met impero
This time I was more sure that I would be able to hold on, hold onto it
We repeatedly left the same places with more lung capacity
and I stopped a number of times to keep the path in my mind
It was necessary to remember the steps that brought me to those places
memorising every footprint in order to return there in darker times
That day I was probably worrying too much and this understanding brought about my first step
That day of yellow rain
on the bay
That day the same rain
through the veins
The night of fires came earlier than usually the dept of winter
Gathered in the house, the light dimwe talk in wispers, waiting for some good news listenig from here
Midnight comes, the spirit pushes And we push just as hard
We run downhill - our shoulders covered by long shadows
But motorbikes are still bicycles - the headlights lanterns
The mountain is turning upside down
That day of yellow rain
on the slate
Hot slate led the rain
through the veins
E' visione insostenibile il proprio riflesso
e comunque non si vede mai
Allora cechi ammirate la vostra proiezione artefatta
Da operatori imperiali e pessimi architetti come protesi di membra castrate
Noi dunque distrutti ci vedremo ancora per accendere un cero sotto il nuovo monumento-trattino-sepolcro
e per oggi la propria ombra resta comunque la più fedele immagine di se
And then we met impero