With this singular satisfaction of words
my own existence flows almost unnoticed
I can't speak, work, laugh and read
but I can't set me free
from a deaf sensation
that makes its way up to the edge of conscience.
Here and there memory that d**h lives in my body comes back clearly, works and grows secretly.
I swim in the air, I swim in the heavy air surrounding me.
Childhoods memories chase the present,
give meaning to senseless and wipe out the instinct,
much time has gone by that maybe I haven't lived
or maybe has been useful for me to make me be,
to make me be what I haven't ever been
the impossibility to deny the belonging to someone
causes that the only salvation lies in knowledge
the only salvation lies in knowledge.
I swim in the air, i swim... I swim in the heavy air...
With this singular satisfaction of words
I can't speak, work, laugh and read
but I can't set me free
from a deaf sensation
that makes its way up to the edge of conscience.
I swim in the air, I swim... I swim in the heavy air...