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Then lets ride
Yeah all right, lets ride

Then lets ride
Yeah gonna ride
Lets right, all night

Then lets ride
Gonna ride
Lets ride, all night

He'd had would have tried!
(Oh!) He'd would have faced you!
All night long!
Then at last you've gone

He'd had would have tried!
(Oh!) He'd would have faced you!
All night long!
Then at last you've gone

He'd had would have tried!
(Oh!) He'd would have faced you!
All night long!
Then at last you've gone

He'd had would have tried!
(Oh!) He'd would have faced you!
All night long!
Then at last you've gone


03 giugno 2009

I laghi dell'anima / The lakes of the soul



.....è come se la mia anima,
rimanesse sul fondo di un lago
chiuso tra le pareti ripide
di monti innevati,
il vento soffia davvero forte......
la superficie si increspa
trema senza fare onde......
il vento lascia alle spalle le sponde
e una volta al centro comincia a vorticare......
mi sento scosso dallo sbattere delle
pinne dei pesci, che nuotano sotto la superficie.....
e mi toccano con i loro bargigli cercando sul fondo
qualcosa da mangiare........
......Tremo...... il freddo non mi fa resistere.....
......affiorando mi trascino le alghe dal fondo
e faccio diventare verde tutta la superficie....
rimango pochi instanti prendo una boccata
di felicità e mi inabisso nuovamente.......
I miei occhi cambiano di nuovo colore
si iniettano di sangue diventano rossi
e ricomincio a lottare senza tregua come un
uomo del passato che uccide chi si mette
davanti alla strada per ostargli i movimenti
ritorno a essere brutale ed insensato,
voglio sangue e battaglia,
voglio vita e speranza,
non voglio mai più tirar fuori l'anima
voglio diventare terribile, tremendo ed implacabile!
Non voglio più soffrire.

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..... it is as if the soul ever,
remain on the bottom of a lake
closed between the steep walls of
snow-covered mountains,
the wind blows really strong
...... the surface ripples trema without waves ......
leaves the wind behind the banks
and once at the center begins to whirl ......
I feel shaken by the crash of fins of fish
that swim below the surface .....
and touch me with their wattles
looking at the bottom something to eat ........
I'm trembling ...... the cold does not make me to resist
...... I drag surfacing algae from the bottom
It becomes green ....
I remain a few instant I take a breath of happiness to me
and sinks again .......
My eyes change color again
injecting blood turn red
and again to fight relentlessly
as a man of the past that kills
who make front of the road
for the movement
return to be brutal and senseless,
I want blood and battle,
I want life and hope,
I do not want to never again bring out the soul
I want to become a terrible, terrible and merciless!
I do not want to suffer more.

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