I pour all my blood on your ignorance
to awake
that you inside, outside, beside your whispers
that quake
that you use to calm down with some artificial diversion
you look solicitous ‘bout your social status dimension
but you know you’re faking
you feel the hollow, you’re shaking
all the way

from my side you’re not looking very well
so pale
the night seems to be your way of forgetting
the day
when you work for those rich guys who don’t know who the hell you are
for the papers that pay for the pressure stirring your blood and scar
your foolish patience with a shooting star

they covered your eyes with a fake life
TV and magazines present the ideal wife
terrorists threaten your promotion time
give me a break, I don’t give a dime
for this cheap way of buying your breath and supply
you’re numb with illusions of comfort and try
to steer clear of the truth that it’s just about ourselves
we have to dig deep, not someone else

Progression of manners, filthy gestures, cheap excuses, moistened words
facing bullets of unkindness, asking the weak to be strong.
Just like a child,
just like an innocent drunk who doesn’t know the meaning of being
awake for a day to reveal he failed. He’s actually dead.

Fighting each other, building high laws,
Quoting bibles, dying alone
Can’t survive with this September waiting so long to be wrong
Facing the gods
Facing the lost dreams of strange subterraneans hiding their faces
and hoping for bloom,dancing in circles to bring back life
to the earth

Filling the pots of illusion
Creating confusion
Blending the pure with the whore
Living the others’ drama
As Dalai Lama
A peace that will always bring war
Tie down
those feelings I used to ignore…

fail to decide which road I should take before my time grows old
have to be sure that I am prepared to do what I’ve been told

but I’m scared of what I might love
tell me, is there no other way?
I’m supposed to be my highness
and I’m nothing but a slave
leaving it all away

they said that to be good one has to prove that the path is all clean
doing the right things, helping the poor ones, loving your fine queen

but I’m scared of what I might love
tell me, is there no other way?
I’m supposed to be my highness
and I’m nothing but a slave

what if your thoughts, your dreams are all wrong?
what if my love is just pain on your tongue?
what if I spit on your idols when you pray?
will you change?

try not to worry, cheap is the worst me that you’ll ever know
I’m glad I refused your known ways of bleeding, your ways to be sold

grey to the bone
silvery landscapes
diluted tone
in liquid cry
flowing
from the sky

silhouettes
in the falling tears
washing the colors away

delicate hues
on the sheet of my pathway
shifting to the blues
in the passing of the day
slowly
fade away

wondering why
ash surrounds me
but your smile is alive in the frame of my heart

I will paint away
the brushes are calling for me to color the grey

and the greens
reds
and purples will cover the scenes
and brighten this rainiest day

I will paint away
and try to remind you

drop the D, I need some guts
to rearrange my spine
lose my selfish blind expression
pour a little wine
do the twist and let me spit
upon my miserable shrine
mind your business, I just need to
smudge my perfect shine

losing control is best
when you need to forget
the hard times, the big mimes
the skeletons wasting their smiles
crumbling my drained flat brain
naked beds and screams
the lost dreams, obsessed themes
the visions of a blind love

play the double turn emotion
keep yourself in shape
let me underrate my skills and
act a little ape
I wanna land on dusty floors
have nothing to regret
waste my day, just pour some more wine
I need to pass the gate

losing control is best
when you need to forget
the hard times, the big mimes
the skeletons wasting their smiles
crumbling my drained flat brain
naked beds and screams
the lost dreams, obsessed themes
the visions of a blind love

trying to pass over the great pain,
swimming the wine sea, seeking the right plea
to jump ahead again
walking the shores of a great escape
shaking the hands of the two-faced friends
giving a smile on a plate

The autumn is leaving
The cold streets are screaming
The bells of an ancient tower are fading out in the night

The beauty of darkness
The howl of a cypress
Those empty bottles umber the eyes

Falling
The memories curl and grow
Deep down inside
Crawling
The rocks are dead and cold
Don’t have the time to say goodbye

The dawn of a drunk bum
Bullfighting loomed with rum
The scorned eyes of a stranger saying “how can you live?”

A comb and a toothbrush,
a clean suit, a little rush
a cab is waiting outside to drive the lawyer to the court.

I close my eyes
to ignore the outside
to feel your breath
let you hide
in my arms
sharing the dreams of our yesterdays
the world seems to be so far away

the mountains are deep
the waves look high
I can see the stars
passing by
your whispers are loud
while I’m losing all my weight
the world has its happy face
this far away
so far away

I can see your eyes
sparkling in the dark
I can feel the real
beyond this sleazy bark
I can be the dream
that you didn’t hope for today
the night seems so proud to be
this far away
so far away

it’s quiet, the snowflakes cover the sun
the big boy buries his memories and a gun
in the backyard, as someone said
„keep their mouth shut and go ahead”

in the morning he’ll be a happy guy
with no pressure on his chest, no tears to cry

it’s funny to fight the same war
from its very first day and again
to bury the dead like before
then behave like nothing happened
this is so insane

the next day came as a surprise
he felt a little older: tired enough to feel wise
he laid back and lazed the whole day
in the evening he realized he’s not ok

some annoying little detail pricked his mind
those eyes he buried the last day
were looking at him from the inside
the horror poured in his blood at once
a scream of a helpless world I heard
and then I saw him bounce

when you are alone
sitting on the pavement, hoping for a ride, dreaming away
remember her hands
touching the back of your neck like a breath of wind so real

long time passing doesn’t mean it’s gone
that touch is still there and it will never leave
as you did

when you are alone
walking on the wayside, asking for a ride, dreaming away
forgetting that crap
„what will you do with your life if you won’t work out your next day?”

following the sun is not good enough
for taking your last breath with a smile on your face?
I won’t spend my life confronting the real
what about living without established frontiers?

what about misty mountains in a sunset light?
what about drinking from a waterfall?
what about leaving people without telling goodbye?
we’ll meet again, I’m sure

the cars still intersect, hypnotizing your memories
those days lost forever you never forgot
leaving all behind doesn’t mean you don’t miss
that child accidentally you’re not anymore

what about laying on leaves and watching the stars
preparing to fall asleep?
what about casual friends for a couple of miles?
don’t ask about the meaning anymore

Give me a moment of shine
To clear my dreams
And see with the back of my eyes
The day I’ve been born
To face this unseen purpose
Of someone who won’t show

Chasing the proof of a lie
About a guy
Who spent all his life in the sky
Hiding from our eyes
I see nobody there
But a couple of satellites

Signs of civilization
Shines of forgotten roots

The essential piece is missing
I think we forgot
Dad is coming in a minute
He left us out
To play in the sand
Building short-lived castles
While he does his job
But we grew and started to get worried.

We’ll all go home any minute
We need to sleep
And dream about oceans that slide
Blend ourselves inside
To fill the whole we are
Tomorrow we’ll divide
Again and again and again and again…

walking down the land
wondering which road I should take to wipe off my fears
losing all I had is easeful
a fresh morning awaits another dream
to blow up my tears
to blow up my tears

falling on my feet
my hopes are about to lose track of me
there is no other cheek
it’s just another day waiting to kiss my eyelids
to blow up my tears
to blow up my tears

I can face all the wrong steps I had to make
all the gods I grasped and then I failed to break
I can lose it all again for you to leave this path I take

walking down the land
wondering which road I should take to wipe off my fears
losing all I had is easeful
a fresh morning awaits another dream
to blow up my tears
to blow up my tears

I can face all the wrong steps I had to make
all the gods I grasped and then I failed to break
I can lose it all again for you to leave this path I take

walking on the border
breathing the air of no man’s land,
everything is allowed,
no need to understand
the meaning of life.

I wonder
if one can buy the land
to build one’s home in a place
where no one is king
and no one cares about your race

there are no jobs here
no employees here
no alarm clocks here
no piffle here

you can be yourself
don’t bite your tongue
yell your joy
or sing this song
no need to play your role
and lie to your ma’
that you’re actually pleased
with what you are

the edge of your world is going to crash and disappear
I long for you to come and lose the taste of fear
on the way

To the day I met my very first lover
To that song I wrote when it was all over
To the time I wasn’t able to tell lies no matter how much it hurt
That time is so far away

To the lord I prayed as a kid in a corner
To the scary dreams I had worrying my mother
Still remember grandma telling stories ‘bout that man who’d died alone…
The man I should never be.

To a place I left.
To all of my friends.
To the rose I gave to a girl one day.
To the moments I thought that I would go insane.

To a friend who thought eleven floors would kill him.
To the day he awoke surprised he was living.
Then I realized that here you stay as long as you have to,
No more, no less.

To the day I went to bury my father
And I figured out I wouldn’t have another.
To the time he took my hand in his and told me “son, you have to be
better than me”.

To that place I left.
To all of my friends.
To the rose I gave to a girl one day
To those moments I cried believing a lie
To the jackals I met and I never betrayed

To that child I prayed to be back one day
To those feelings I lost with my fingers crossed
To the moments I thought that I would go insane.