I Giorni Dello Smarrimento
These are the days of disorientation
Of love that cannot be invented
Days without destination
And without movement
When the game gets serious
And you stop playing
And it’s all uphill until evening
Until the sleep that restores
These are the days of disorientation
Days without desires
Of events against time
Without a role in reality
With eyes closed against the sun
Waiting for a glimmer
When you no longer feel warmth
And emptiness overwhelms you
Where is, where is, where is, where is, where is
The way back?
Where is, where is, where is, where is, where is
The star to follow?
These are the days of the wanderer
Of a world ugly and tightly coiled
Citizen of nothingness
A stranger everywhere
The Pacific is determined
An exercise in dissent
The days when understanding each other is complicated
The days out of time
Where is, where is, where is, where is, where is
The way back?
Where is, where is, where is, where is, where is
The star to follow?
The star to follow
These are complicated days, the days of disorientation
Where you search for yourself in one person
And lose yourself in another hundred
And the king burns the crown
And silence finds the words
The sea wants to be a hill
To contemplate itself from above
Like a mirror
As you look at the reflection of what I have never told you
Of what I have never told you
The morning is so tired of shining
That it keeps repeating goodnight endlessly
And water turns into wine
As the innocent becomes a murderer
Even a broken clock is right twice a day
So why can't I feel how I feel
Times are changing
But the only thing that matters
Is to love what’s around me
And feel the wind on my face
Where is, where is, where is, where is, where is
The way back?
Where is, where is, where is, where is, where is
The star to follow?
The star to follow