Black Swan Winter

From the sea scars are rising
when darkness is like the sand
sadness grows inside
and desire turns to a smile
Trenches spill blood from inside
She takes a step out of a dream wold of pain
and faith is no longer aside her
when she climbs another cliff

There is no more life
sky is changing
my eyes disappear
and something is seeded
inside me
Hands of thousand clouds
try to bring me
and put me down
in a fire circle of my memories

and  in a second she says:
April is not my month
because i can’t stop to think
water drowning in death
and wind knocks at the door

i still play a game of chess
with the elements of my scent
to escape from this grey
music from a mute gramophone

From the sea scars are rising
when darkness is like the sand
sadness grows inside
and desire turns to a smile
Trenches spill blood from inside
She takes a step out of a dream wold of pain
and faith is no longer aside her
when she climbs another cliff

There is no more life
sky is changing
my eyes disappear
and something is seeded
inside me
Hands of thousand clouds
try to bring me
and put me down
in a fire circle of my memories

A luci ormai sperse
di tempi immemori che non hai mai capito
come un canto lontano
racchiuso
in una goccia di sudore
Meriggio tremolio d’incoscienza
che non ho mai
udito