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Along these gardens the breeze of May
is drifting in the light
And all the pictures are holy and lost
are burning in the sky.
We're on the border, on the wet edge
the sparkling of the cross
and I see your eyes so far from here
flying in the purple dust.

The lights went out in winter,
January nineteen eighty one.
Your dreams, your name, your ghost,
You cannot know the drama of exile...
So many letters, so many years,
A slow ship to die.

His empty silence / his nervous smile.

Sometimes in the blue room / another dream fades away /
velvet as the moon / she lays down and resting stays /
So she's seeing / the shadow of life /
falls over the bright light / and so on /
she's breathing the air / surrounding celestial stairs /
And in the bright light / shine all the sparkles in flight /
hold me tight / just cross the line /
words capture silently / all this time /

Fast, without a story the past falls
After so many windy days
A nameless new fog comes.
All that you may hear is just a lost noise...
Like a feverish hell's drone
In this petrified hill.
Anyway here it comes
Looking like unforeseen joy

Don't be sad and come, come to look out
of the windows in a wasted morning,
this lost and menacing sky is yours,
it's just my gift, my gift for you.
Only my hate still remains,
only closed eyes and hazy shouting
which are dying out so lazily while
everything shatters my idiot plans.

There's an obscure place in the sky
holding momories of what really occours
Nobody knows where it is, not even God,
and its gate is lost in the mist.
There's no bright praying, nor your name's sound.
It holds the shapes, shapes of souls,
the dead zone in the sky.
There's no bright praying, no name's sound.

Ich suche in dem blutenden Europa
nach dem, wovon ich träume im Exil.
Ich suchte Künstler, ewig bunte Gärten,
mit Bildern Rembrandts, mit Versen von Vergil.

Unter einer Kirchenkuppel in Warszawa
Will ich vor den Ikonen stehen.
Und am Abend will ich wandeln durch Venedig

DER TOTE LIEBKNECHT
(written by Polish writer Rudolf Leonhard)

Seine Leiche liegt in der ganzen Stadt,
in allen Höfen, in allen Straßen.
Alle Zimmer sind vom Ausfließen
seines Blutes matt.

Watching those flowers burning out tonight
Screams and soft lovers, memories of a fight.
Slowly the clouds are fading into a cage,
While from my hands is falling another page

Dreams and lost days are burning in the past,
Velvet black rays are drifting now so fast,
And in the great light I cannot see no more

the night's filters do not respond
sweat is dropping on the pillow
and my mind is in a larger agitation
which is pressing the temples

echoes of wind / echoes of wind
my hand are searching your fingers
the death of sleep and the artificial caress

Silent so silent and silently
One tear for my years
White days after white days
The old churches still remembering
Whispers and souls of youngmen in love
And now I recall the warm heart of my emotion

The silence all around the snowy gardens

Silence takes
over the garden now
all I see
goes up in flames.
After all,
this couldn't be my life,
despair burns
my victim's lies.

Dead cities.
Me inside me.
Spring's coming from you
in this solitude.
Lost in the true of death.
Sands.
Icy Miami Cyborgs
Icy Miami Cyborgs,

A sunny morning, almost spring,
your drowsy smile grey like a kiss
some weary lover would have given
to a glorious jewel from the abyss.

Where are the hours of your rising night...?
Worn-out and incredibly bright…

Sunbeams fade away
on the CNN screen
The scum of the world
starts looking afraid

Afraid of a ruthless new age
while their future screams unknown
while the innocents they killed

When the lights are falling down
I hear the echoes of your words
so near to me
The blue islands of my eyes
are fading slowly into a cage
of velvet rain
Ray of despair
Ray of despair

I couldn’t say
what happened there
couldnt forget
that lost surface
And crystal rain
surrounding me
was taking us
to other worlds

Lost in this final night
I look at those words
That I have seen dry
In every missing day...
And see I'm falling down,
Too down to get in.
And the lights now are phantoms in the dawn.

Padre mio raccomando lo spirito mio nelle tue mani
E così dicendo lo spirito uscì fuori dal corpo
E rimase col capo chinato e sul petto
Oh, com'era l'anima della madre allora
Quando lo suo figliuolo vedea con tanta pena venir meno
E gridare e piangere e morire
Dhé, or che faceva allora la Maddalena sua fidele e diletta discepola
E che faceva san Giovanni, il quale era amato da lui sopra tutti gli altri

Sea of memory, sea of memory
wind and water in my dreams
passing through my fingers
passing through my brain
fragile sand castle on my shore

Where is my lover
where is my father

Along those ways in the sky of November,
Marching souls that I cannot recall,
Lost in the cold of this eternal curtain,
Raising memories so far from the end.
Laying in the silence that lives all around me,
I call your name against the wall of this pain,
And if it's true that the children are playin' out
It's really true I don't know what I'm doing

I saw their faces go away
towards the shining sun
and everything reminds of their names
but I can't explain this cold.
And houses, houses all around,
across this uselessness.
I'm using all the words I can...
Can you understand an ill soul...?

Sadly
every night I pour wine
in the silver glass you loved
Sadly
once again
I drink your past and close my eyes
sitting near you, empty.
And still I am here

Tonight's snow has given a little break, in a way.
I've spent some minutes looking down at the square.
Yes, the "famous" square... This heaven's famous square.
Hours have gone by, today is yesterday.
Yesterday I was watching Sea... Sellers on the screen.
Today I will see Sean Seller's own bad dreams.
These rooms are getting smaller,
while the phone keeps on ringing...