By Cataldo Massimo
On the streets of my city and under the clear African sky
how many people still ask why
Beyond the Adriatic and along the margins of a century
/>how many people still ask why
they are souls that wander, desperate in an ocean
like waves that never rest
and you ask me what it is, what it is, this my melancholy
and you make love to me, on me, but you don't know how to send it away
maybe one day there will be a natural exchange of energies
and instead now you hide your dreams in an empty album of photographs
but this anger that is in us, becomes love if you want it
never stop it... oh never... oh never....
they are souls who pray, desperately believe
and in the darkness they dance with us
and you ask me what it is, what it is, this cold inside
and you make love with me, about me, but you don't know what I feel
one day soon there will be a natural exchange of energies
now that you collect my dreams in a new album of photographs
and this anger that it's in us, it becomes love if you want it
never stop it... oh never.... oh never.....

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