The Desert Inside

I saw their faces go away

towards the shining sun

and everything reminds of their names

but I can't explain this cold.

And houses, houses all around,

across this uselessness.

I'm using all the words I can...

Can you understand an ill soul...?

There is not anything simpler

than this sense of defeat

and the dreams which remain unchanged,

like monuments to pity.

And I will wake up one morning

after sorrowful long years

giving ice and snow to earth

on the wings of a lost heart.

And then I will kill the daylight

and its shameful poor old tricks,

'cause your smile is just the only thing

I need to save

in me.

This winter

is calling me,

with its sad angels, around.

Outside.

I loro volti andare via

verso il sole infinito

e tutto mi ricorda i loro nomi

in questo gelo

e luci e case tutte intorno

questo niente dentro

ed uso tutte le parole

e il cuore,

inutilmente.

There is not anything simpler

than this sense of defeat

and the dreams which remain unchanged,

like moments to pity.

And the air seems to be still,

and no one may feel the kiss

of those cold and gentle lips

which give the merciful first rest.

Just an icy heaven's rising

on the ashes of the world,

turning off flaming horizons

with his boundless frozen dawns.

This desert of ice

is calling me... me again,

with his large arms of loneliness.

This desert of ice

is calling me... me again,

'cause he's the father

of mine.

The desert inside.

A lifeless

first sun ray

is knocking at the dawn

while drifting tries

to save me

while drifting tries

to find me.

... And silent

his shadow

is floating upon here

and seems to breathe

this warm air

and wants to forget

the fog outside

in vain.

Your silent lost eyes

recall the fall

and nothing will trouble

our far fading souls.

A deep endless sleep

is taking away

all sounds and dreams

from life