Wisdom apostoles
victim of life's darkness
true innocence deprived
terrified by sweet mistakes
I, victim of madness, accepting my natural state
in ignorance not swaying unaware of envy.
I'll admire birds common to be spent
by the sunrise divided, when pleasure floods troubles
waiting for the moment of the last encounter.
Untiring chattering, neverending song,
charismatic voices enchanter siren that sages detest
I'll blow out the shame that soul
confuses I'll change indolence
into liveliness and coldness into kindness.
I will lead you to the "Lethe" river spring to the "Lucky"
islands where i'll relight pa**ion and you'll find again
love's first principles beyond life's boreness
and fear of d**h.
I will lead you to the "Lethe" river spring to the "Lucky"
islands where i'll relight pa**ion and you'll find again
love's first principles beyond life's boreness
and fear of d**h.
Listen to the song of the harvest fly and the time will disappear.
Untiring chattering, neverending song,
charismatic voices enchanter siren that sages detest
I'll blow out the shame that soul
confuses I'll change indolence
into liveliness and coldness into kindness.
I'll admire birds common to be spent
by the sunrise divided, when pleasure floods troubles
waiting for the moment of the last encounter.