Forever
The man with the flute
Is one of us
With big black eyes
And a case in his hands
An enigmatic smile
On his face
And a numerical ocean
In his brain...

AND A SECRET IN HIS MIND
SOMETHING THAT WE DON'T KNOW
AND MAYBE HIS LOVE WILL BE FOREVER

The woman with the harp
Is one of us
With big light eyes
And some tears in the hands
And days without hours and time
Words to realize
And words to live...
AND A SECRET IN HER MIND
SOMETHING THAT WE DONT'T KNOW
AND MAYBE HER LOVE WILL BE FOREVER
THE BLADE OF MY BRAIN
Old world, so shining
Your scent is like (a) rusty dream in my mind
All your sweet abundance
Is now a repulsive lie to my life

I want to rest, to feel the taste of peace
I want to see beyond appearances
The blade of my brain is ready to believe...
There's the need of something else...

I'LL TRY TO BREAK THE SILLY THINGS
(THE) MORBID BRAIN OF A SAINT WITHOUT A SOUL TO KNOW
I'LL TRY TO TASTE (THE) EARTHLY GOODS
AND THE PAIN OF A FRIEND, WITH MY ANIMAL SENSE

It's my new religion
Or if you want our new world, new time
So (the) revolution can start
Simply, in the respect of human things