Apathy in the streets and in the houses.
Naked in front of blank screens,
Fearing for blank planets
I find myself without my icon.
I’ll show you the world where I live.
You’ll joy my joy without color and taste.
I’ll entrust my body in your hands:
Free it from the cables.
Then, maybe, my words
Will know how to talk to you.
Come in this apathy let her take you.
We’ll going to fall asleep blessed.
We’ll going to fall asleep blessed.
|| Italian Version Posted on 23 | 03 | 08
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