Franco Battiato - Lode all'Inviolato
We have weathered many storms
And countless ancient and hard trials
And a clear help from an invisible caress
Of a guardian
Worthy is the life of one who is awake
But even more so of one who becomes wise
And then reunites with His joy
Praise be, Praise to the Unconquered
And how many useless characters I have worn
Me and my persona have endured so many
Arid is hell
Sterile its path
How many miracles, designs, and inspirations
And then the suffering that blinds you
In the falls lies the reason for His Absence
The clouds cannot annihilate the Sun
And Paganini knew this well
That the devil is left-handed and insidious
And plays the violin