Still Air (Aria Immobile)

Tonight's snow has given a little break, in a way.

I've spent some minutes looking down at the square.

Yes, the "famous" square... This heaven's famous square.

Hours have gone by, today is yesterday.

Yesterday I was watching Sea... Sellers on the screen.

Today I will see Sean Seller's own bad dreams.

These rooms are getting smaller,

while the phone keeps on ringing...

It's ringing, ringing, ringing...

and laughing, laughing, laughing...

It continuously looks for somebody's lost trails...

It walks along the walls and sings in hidden dawns.

There's often a hazy shade in the evening ray of light

that stands against the door, so feverish and "stoned".

Perhaps I'm being wrong, as snowy nights are strange.

The phone laughs and laughs, and walks with funny paws,

it seems almost blind, white times to catch the flies.

So reach me whenever you want, my time is on your side...

Be sure I will be kind playing with you.

One day you'll get the feeling to catch a glimpse of something

and it'll seem to you that a hazy shade is laughing.

And it'll seem to you that a hazy shade starts moving.

Ana'n maia nen sa'n

Helma nah' shmarr.

Ana's maia nen sa'n

Helma nah' shmarr.

Szeh deh kaen va leh'va

Enah kunda mada

Shena sikra mirah

Hiun ja x'en.

Szeh deh kaen va leh'va

Enah kunda mada

Shena sikra mirah

Hiun ja x'en, naeh sceh denal.

Ana'n maia nen sa'n

Helma nah' shmarr

Hyrye wenah' ysal

Hon Gunih san.

Ana'n maia nen sa'n

Helma nah' shmarr

Hyrye wenah' ysal

Hon Gunih san.

Szeh deh kaen va leh'va

Enah kunda mada

Shena sikra mirah

Hiun ja x'en.

Szeh deh kaen va leh'va

Enah kunda mada

Shena sikra mirah

Hiun ja x'en. Ylah'en shwah'la

Ana'n maia nen sa'n

Helma nah' shmarr

Hyrye wenah' ysal

Hon Gunih san

Hyrye wenah' ysal

Hon, Abah'don

Useless words are going away,

to the waters of this sea

while your breath is getting cold

And an empty field around

tells 'bout flowers you have loved,

bringing flowers to your dusk

while your days are vanishing

lost somewhere among the tides

of your shining (and) hurting sky.

So your voice is calling now

and I can't believe it's happening here

In/at the end of this old night

while your hands begin to pray

in a new sun without light

And your shade is getting close(r)

Wrapped in those forgotten dreams

(It) gets clearer...

writing smiles on my lost lands

under grey and bitter rains

leading my eyes to the end.

And the room is getting bright

and I can't... I can't explain myself why

Now you're floating in the air

Now your laughing in the air

with your inexpressive voice

Who am I talking to?

Know your baby is just a lost name for/to you

Know your love is not a ray,

(it) couldn't shine in any sky

on this endless awful day.

So I'll bring them all your tears

as they should have seen the world

with these eyes

with the eyes of unknown years

Paint the horizon with your terror,

with your litanies of fear.

You gave me heaven, so you must die

You gave me hell, so you must die.

You gave me the whole world.

You had no mercy and who has no mercy must die.

Höre mir zu,

Du erinnerst Dich mehr daran, was passierte...

Höre mir zu,

Es macht nichts... es macht nichts...

Verbleiben ist nutzlos.

Höre mir zu,

Es macht nichts... es macht nichts...

Das ist nichts... nichts mehr.

Höre mir zu,

Wie viele Sterne hast Du in dieser Nacht gesehen...?

Höre mir zu,

Dachtest Du wirklich, es war das Licht des Winters...?

Höre mir zu...

Ja, Du hast wirklich gedacht, es was das Licht des Winters.

Höre...

Du wirst mich nicht mehr besitzen.

Sie mich.

Schwarzes Licht, Du wirst zurückkehren... in mir.

I have looked at the light

one last time into the light

as I had nothing to lose.

Colours...

Colours, show me those killing

colours

friends of your best hours,

the special depth of your soul.

Amaze me with your voice

the same one I've ever heard

among invisible... colours.

But today you're elsewhere.

I don't know why every star is

a failure

shining in somebody's hidden

dreams...

Oh sure, so your dreams come

true...

So, I'm waiting still,

So, I'm seeing this great show,

blessing your kind soul.

No, there is no chance to talk

to my dog,

as everybody says I've to await

my turn...

All that you touch sounds,

all that you tell shines,

wonderful night friend

what may we do, now?!?

Bringing tears to your eyes

believe me it's so sad...

Then I no longer

expected you to come.

Sure, we will have fun

leafing through your pages...

My dear sweet blue eyes,

for sure you didn't know

that mercy itself is here.

So love me, dear ghost

on this opaque shore.

The head of my dog

will be our great food.

I have spent too much time

with naughty children.

I have given all I could

asking no questions.

Can't keep quiet any longer

while you're forcing yourself

to find out a reason for hating me.

Chill is coming in

and I couldn't give you a shelter,

couldn't take to your ghosts

anymore.

These summer days are going

towards an end

and soon you'll be realizing

what really means

being lost in that silence

which is neither poetry

nor injustice

but just a sentence.

Killing without knowing

what is the reason...

"Innocent murderers"

I should forgive again...

Whatever you gave me

will burn without a trace.

You should have known

what your realm's made of.

Don't tell me that you are not really alive

Oh how many dreams I'm having in this life

Sometimes I see the daylight, but prefer to look

over its whitish borders, going with my eyes

over the memory of it.

Just a hazy memory, not even so nice

She was a completely drunk, was laying on the bed.

That time I recognized the place surely better,

feeling distant even more.

She went on asking me to hold her tight.

Her skin was so warm.

Then I pushed her head on the frozen grass

while the first snowflakes were falling down.

She suddenly turned to me with insane demon-eyes.

She was feeling hurt and won.

I let her go away.

Flat with no warm rooms shone in those

year's anguish, at night,

when their mouths had been singing

with that voice

Their paralyzing voice,

and when their screams

became my music itself.

So, where will you take me

once I talk to you?

Take me away because it's too late.

Now I'm getting better

I always laugh.

Yes, I always laugh.

Home, silent 'n crying home

how many years in your womb...

how many years in your womb...

Home, silent and crying home.

Stars have passed through your shore

distant like little flames...

Home, silent 'n crying home.

Home, crying 'n silent home.

Voices often spoke

in your cold telephones.

Home, silent 'n crying home.

Home, silent 'n falling home.