Ianva - Piazza dei 500 | Текст песни

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PIAZZA DEI CINQUECENTO

Who knows for sure if something does really exists
Something that is so weary of itself
Like a rainy Italian Sunday.
Then if the night is coming, and it's November
With its twilight that is falling
Over this urban dew
More and more I regret those vigils around the fireplace...

I had to say to the host:
“You're always in time to fly from this country”
And he was afraid that I was talking about the dinner.
An old-fashioned and honest Italian man,
He's just unaware of his own strength
And his affection makes me feel so sweetly sorry
But his thick wine can always make my heart warm...

To testify the Truth:
Now there’s nothing left to be said,
I wish I had the courage of my Faith,
I'd like to free myself from cowardice
From the fear of dying
As only the believers can do...
But under a desperate sky
What drives me to go out now,
Still tastes of impiety,
And I hope
There shall be a new Christianity
After my clandestine Dies Irae
Because love and compassion
Also lie there...

So dear to my heart are the popular jargon,
That childish sense of honour
The joy, the tragic unconcern;
There’s still a feeling, a passion
A Nation survives there
With a residual and bold sense of belonging;
I don't know how long this is going to last,
But it's all better than you or I

Perhaps to stretch my look so far
I hurt my eyes
And I would like a balm, or maybe a child
Or some innocence to drink from
Like it's done among those young delinquents
So handsome and beloved by the Gods.
And I pray:
Please ferry** my body across the night,
Across the city streets' drains
Until I reach the peace that
Can be allowed by this foolish time that
Turned all ancient Gods into a sickness,
A fever of my days...
You did have your dinner, didn't you?
Why are you so formal?

“So, what's up? Can we go now?