Rome - Giardini Di Mirò

You fixed yourself

in a very quiet religious silence

you fixed yourself

along the river and the songs for you

Future is coming slow

as thin transparent easy snow

We walk as lovers

selling words to our lies.

Crying, crying Rome

beautiful drone

Crying, crying Rome

on this ancient throne.

Fate on the walls

encrusted by time

here lives poor people

where does poverty live?

Future is coming slow

as a thin trasparent easy row

We walk as fuckers

trading words for our lies

Crying, crying Rome

beautiful drone

Crying, crying Rome

on this ancient throne

Crying, crying Rome

beautiful drone.

Crying, crying Rome

oh crying Rome.

Future is coming slow

transparent as easy snow

Future on trivial dusk

pointed on a long long row

Father, what’s going on

mother, what’s going on

brother waht’s going on

oh sister, what’s going on.

Your tomorrow isnt different than mine,

all we are doesnt wound desperate time

what I’m saying is not from here

it’s coming nearer for a deep deep place.

Crying Rome.