Now the clouds are leaving from square's skies
Some of them don't move away completely from the wall
Dandled by wind's artificial breath
But they are the smallest ones, the less provoking maids
The slime doesn't allow to recall
Conscience doesn't care of ideological faiths any more
The laptop now tired, is looking at the scene
Feeling sorry for the things around
No one managed to smile
No one tried just when he could
Everytime none of 'em
Eyes wrapped in the plastics of a lake once blue
Everywhere
There's a funeral land
Everywhere I may go
People lose identity in a dream
Life is getting lost in the sharp noise
Of a car that has great trouble to start up
Body sheets are dancing in the cold
Shaking up long hands' exhausted nerves
This slime doesn't allow to recall
Witnesses now fadin' in an absurd roary jam