Da niente a niente - Herbert Pagani
"Far away, but from where?"
I sing to myself mentally
While I fly,
Non-stop,
From nothing to nothing.
Then, in the evening lights
Rome, beautiful dumpster,
Tenco comes to my throat:
If instead of his gun he had taken the passport
Maybe today he wouldn't be dead.
Far away, but from where?
We descend slowly
Who knows, if tonight,
Is there anyone in the theater?