NIGHT PARADE

Lachen über das Schicksal der Besten

Lachen über die Schoepfung Gottes

Lachen über den Haß der Helden

Den Tag oder den Krieg wählen

... Sollen wir eintreten?

Now night is falling china dolls open their eyes

heedless of those presents

Besides, everything, everything is silence

and the eyes of the others are sealed by a sound sleep

Often the dolls begin to dance

but sometimes their tears are so irrepressible

so irrepressible, unrestrainable

that cover whole beds swelling their face

Then they nearly get breathless

until they feel they're suffocating

They know they shall not be able to die

They keep on smiling

but their lips get bigger and softer

and their face gets torn

Something starts moving

inside the stillness of their own matter

like a worm devouring them

... Meanwhile they keep on dancing

Too many stars fall on our eyes

Useless words get wasted every moment

to protect lazy religions

I feel my heart getting inflamed with blood

while the sand-glass slowly turns to

stupid pawns programmed for breathing

Everything looks unchanged:

the solution of an aenigma which is late in coming

An umpteenth godlike creature

leading you to Toyland

where everything, everything smells of sadness

and nothing allows you to look at it

But are we the ones who thoroughly move

thanks to the promise of another frame

before we start dying once again?

Too many stars fall on our eyes

Ora sento la noia rallenta

resta solo nero respiro

Sciolgo resti di timori segreti

forti lame, nessun peccatore

Ora sento che non ho più paura

Resta immutato l'enigma solare

la sfera si è sciolta, l'inverno ritorna

Resta immutato l'enigma solare

la sfera si è sciolta, l'inferno è già qua

God dies in the mind of those who are unable to stay

Now sit down and wait for

wait for your end

While the rays of light are shuting you up

while your eyes are sparkling pain

while your heart does not succeed in saying a word anymore

Do you recognise the smile of that man?

Do you remember about him?

There are no more memories...

and what remains is just wondering what happened before

who did you see and kill?

Think...

It shouldn't have been this way

Now, all that remains is laughing

Every night the air covers itself with blood

and on awakening everything returns as before

The icy wind is following our existence

and we talk about strange dreams

Something is coming here

but nobody knows what war is

and nobody fights

From up there it looks like a movement of small coloured pies

and it would be funny is somebody realizes it

but to be merciful with idiots is wrong

and the truth lies hidden behind a few leafs

I look through a window your steps carrying you away

invincible, disenchanted steps

Every night the air covers itself with blood

and on awakening everything returns as before

I've got you

There's nobody here

And I've lost myself...

Il passaggio esistenziale tra la vita e la morte

non è certo un turbamento per noi microbi astuti

ma il teorema rimane irrisolto

e il nemico lancia il dado sbagliando la mira

This is the deceit of hate in binding us to our enemy

in a close embrace

This is the obscenity of war

in the intimacy of blood

reciprocally mixed into a bleak intersection

lustful closeness of two soldiers

stabbing to each other staring at their eyes

virile sacrality of trouble

E intanto il nemico inesistente lancia il dado esplosivo

Caressed by the wish of blood

we drink blameble tastes on our bodies

like old daydreaming widows' coiffure

Diamond-like mounted skeletons

are now watching over our breath

but, by now, are useless spectators of a useless empty curtain

shut up in the oblivion of a mind

which won't dream anylonger

E intanto il nemico inesistente lancia il dado esplosivo

sbagliando la mira

Stati spasmodici su cavie ipersensibili

persistono per dare via libera

a strafottuti idoli, ipotetici esoterici

con formazione postuma di decimi zolfici

Infiammazioni livide di crisi analfabetiche

perforano gole strozzate dal vomito

Rilassa le parti più gelide

per alleviare sintomi di stati post-traumatici

Lacerazioni perfide su stomaci sensibili

il battito cardiaco è frenato in modo isterico

danzano su scheletri crisi epilettiche

a ritmi vorticosi di emetici lamenti