Franco Battiato
scalo a grado
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I stopped in Grado
Easter Sunday
People in the streets
They were running on their way to mass
The air was full of incense
The stations of Calvary were on the walls
People falsely absorbed
Who were waiting for the redemption of their sins
Agnus dei qui tollis peccata
Mundi miserere
Dona eis requiem
My style is old
Like Titian's house in Pieve di Cadore
There is no water in my blood
But gall that can heal you
It lights up immense
Showing the tongue a little
To the priest who gives the host
You feel like you're in heaven singing
Psalms that are a little out of tune
Agnus dei qui tollis sin
Mundi miserere
Dona eis requiem
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- Fetus
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- Come un Cammello in Una Grondaia
- La Voce Del Padrone
- Gommalacca
- Pollution
- Caffé De La Paix
- Nómadas
- Ecos De Danzas Sufi
- Mondi Lontanissimi
- Echoes Of Sufi Dances
- Orizzonti Perduti
- Povera Patria (Best & Rarities)
- The Complete EMI Years: 1979-1995
- Come Un Cammello In Una Grondaia (2008 Remastered Edition)
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