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I saw their faces go away |
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Towards the shining sun |
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And everything reminds of their names |
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But I can't explain this cold. |
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And houses, houses all around, |
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Across this uselessness. |
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I'm using all the words I can... |
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Can you understand an ill soul...? |
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There is not anything simpler |
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Than this sense of defeat |
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And the dreams which remain unchanged, |
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Like monuments to pity. |
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And I will wake up one morning |
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After sorrowful long years |
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Giving ice and snow to earth |
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On the wings of a lost heart. |
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And then I will kill the daylight |
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And its shameful poor old tricks, |
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'cause your smile is just the only thing |
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I need to save |
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In me. |
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This winter |
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Is calling me, |
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With its sad angels, around. |
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Outside. |
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I loro volti andare via |
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Verso il sole infinito |
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E tutto mi ricorda i loro nomi |
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In questo gelo |
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E luci e case tutte intorno |
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Questo niente dentro |
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Ed uso tutte le parole |
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E il cuore, |
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Inutilmente. |
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There is not anything simpler |
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Than this sense of defeat |
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And the dreams which remain unchanged, |
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Like moments to pity. |
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And the air seems to be still, |
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And no one may feel the kiss |
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Of those cold and gentle lips |
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Which give the merciful first rest. |
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Just an icy heaven's rising |
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On the ashes of the world, |
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Turning off flaming horizons |
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With his boundless frozen dawns. |
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This desert of ice |
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Is calling me... me again, |
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With his large arms of loneliness. |
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This desert of ice |
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Is calling me... me again, |
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'cause he's the father |
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Of mine. |
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The desert inside. |