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E' come impazzire in un mare dorato |
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Anguish at the everlasting waters we feel |
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Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes |
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It blinds by us by its silence left a widower by a winter |
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Which can never melt the icy salt of its waves |
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And left orphans by warm snows we go insane |
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At your ancient resigned gaze |
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The golden swords of the sun can't even scratch |
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Your intense mixture of silver and blue |
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Which deified our ancestors |
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Which witnessed science's temples |
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Which carefully hides the island of the ancient future |
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Which kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals |
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[Solo: Massimiliano] |
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[Part 3 - Behind my Window / My Seas of South] |
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And now that the cold has returned |
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Where's my window |
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From which I used to dominate |
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The world? |
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My grey, bleak, azure world |
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A world without no wars |
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A world where I could even fly |
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Now I know live doesn't belong to these lands |
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It flies free above all this |
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I could see it from behind my window |
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Bringing me that happiness which wet the eyes |
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Where are my seas of south which wet the eyes now? |
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Where is my window now that the cold has returned? |
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[Solo: Carmelo] |
