I sit here, I'm tired ...
Life, the universe, everything ...
the River
Please send your god that the next body that passes is not mine.
admire improbable flight tests
faulty parachute, red flowers on the ground,
is the life that goes, life is going, it is death that is
but it is a standard of death, a luxury that is not mine.
At the end of the night, the end of the journey, a life beyond
of evil and worse and singing Nanana Nanana Nanana Nanana
nana, nana Nanana,
for my courage
and rehearsing two or three things that make me feel better:
morirti between his lips, a smile when you wake up ...
is the life that goes, life is going, it's a little death that is,
style exercises that flow in the veins ...
And who knows when this heart will heal anorexic
sentenced for eternity spinning round, round, in
round, round
What answers will suggest that dyslexic
wind that carries with it only clouds, clouds, clouds without mexico ...
In the slow, inexorable pressure of events
What magic makes you sing: Flying
oohoh fly oohoh
And they always lose in the blue painting of the useless shit I admire
signs of the cross of those who expect the war to die in peace
is the life that goes, life is going, it is death that is
is the consolation of dying with
and recycling items, recycling thoughts, my recycling
face recycling image of you in my arms and singing
Nanana Nanana Nanana Nanana nana, nana Nanana, in the shower
And I remember the two or three things that make me really:
drown in your eyes, steal your breath
is the life that goes, life is going, which is another small death,
style exercises, in our veins
And who knows when it will heal this heart anorexic
Sentenced for l’eternità a girare in tondo, in tondo, in
tondo, in tondo
Che risposte ci suggerirà questo vento dislessico
Che porta con se solo nuvole, nuvole, nuvole senza messico...
E che voglia di piangere ho.
(Giorgio Canali)
Life, the universe, everything ...
the River
Please send your god that the next body that passes is not mine.
admire improbable flight tests
faulty parachute, red flowers on the ground,
is the life that goes, life is going, it is death that is
but it is a standard of death, a luxury that is not mine.
At the end of the night, the end of the journey, a life beyond
of evil and worse and singing Nanana Nanana Nanana Nanana
nana, nana Nanana,
for my courage
and rehearsing two or three things that make me feel better:
morirti between his lips, a smile when you wake up ...
is the life that goes, life is going, it's a little death that is,
style exercises that flow in the veins ...
And who knows when this heart will heal anorexic
sentenced for eternity spinning round, round, in
round, round
What answers will suggest that dyslexic
wind that carries with it only clouds, clouds, clouds without mexico ...
In the slow, inexorable pressure of events
What magic makes you sing: Flying
oohoh fly oohoh
And they always lose in the blue painting of the useless shit I admire
signs of the cross of those who expect the war to die in peace
is the life that goes, life is going, it is death that is
is the consolation of dying with
and recycling items, recycling thoughts, my recycling
face recycling image of you in my arms and singing
Nanana Nanana Nanana Nanana nana, nana Nanana, in the shower
And I remember the two or three things that make me really:
drown in your eyes, steal your breath
is the life that goes, life is going, which is another small death,
style exercises, in our veins
And who knows when it will heal this heart anorexic
Sentenced for l’eternità a girare in tondo, in tondo, in
tondo, in tondo
Che risposte ci suggerirà questo vento dislessico
Che porta con se solo nuvole, nuvole, nuvole senza messico...
E che voglia di piangere ho.
(Giorgio Canali)
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