Ultimo boulevard - Diaframma

La strada notturna

si snoda ubriaca di pioggia

parlano i cuori alle spine,

pungenti come pianti d’infanzia.

In questo mattino che recide le vene appassite

io ritrovo linee che ho perduto

e ritrovo parole che credevo gettate sull’acqua

ma sono state loro a trovare me…

ma sono state loro… loro a trovare me…

… loro a trovare me!

Camminando da solo

attraverso gli specchi di un labirinto

ho creduto di tracciare sentieri

dove seguire il cammino dei giorni,

dove seguire… dove seguire il violento cammino dei giorni.

O sono stati loro a seguire me,

o sono stati loro a seguire me,

o sono stati loro… loro a seguire me!

… loro a seguire me!

O sono stati loro a seguire me,

o sono stati loro a seguire me,

o sono stati loro… loro a seguire me!

… loro a seguire me!

… loro a seguire me!

… loro a seguire…

The night road

she winds drunk with rain

hearts speak to thorns,

pungent like childhood cries.

In this morning that cuts the withered veins

I find lines that I have lost

and I find words that I thought were thrown on the water

but it was they who found me ...

but it was they ... they found me ...

… Them to find me!

Walking alone

through the mirrors of a labyrinth

I thought I was tracing paths

where to follow the path of the days,

where to follow ... where to follow the violent path of the days.

Or was it they who followed me,

Or was it they who followed me,

or were they… they followed me!

... them to follow me!

Or was it they who followed me,

Or was it they who followed me,

or were they… they followed me!

... them to follow me!

... them to follow me!

... them to follow ...