| I saw their faces go away
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| Towards the shining sun
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| And everything reminds of their names
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| But I can’t explain this cold.
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| And houses, houses all around,
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| Across this uselessness.
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| I’m using all the words I can…
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| Can you understand an ill soul???
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| There is not anything simpler
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| Than this sense of defeat
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| And the dreams which remain unchanged,
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| Like monuments to pity.
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| And I will wake up one morning
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| After sorrowful long years
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| Giving ice and snow to earth
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| On the wings of a lost heart.
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| And then I will kill the daylight
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| And its shameful poor old tricks,
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| 'cause your smile is just the only thing
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| I need to save
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| In me.
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| This winter
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| Is calling me,
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| With its sad angels, around.
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| Outside.
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| I loro volti andare via
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| Verso il sole infinito
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| E tutto mi ricorda i loro nomi
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| In questo gelo
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| E luci e case tutte intorno
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| Questo niente dentro
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| Ed uso tutte le parole
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| E il cuore,
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| Inutilmente.
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| There is not anything simpler
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| Than this sense of defeat
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| And the dreams which remain unchanged,
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| Like moments to pity.
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| And the air seems to be still,
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| And no one may feel the kiss
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| Of those cold and gentle lips
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| Which give the merciful first rest.
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| Just an icy heaven’s rising
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| On the ashes of the world,
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| Turning off flaming horizons
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| With his boundless frozen dawns.
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| This desert of ice
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| Is calling me… me again,
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| With his large arms of loneliness.
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| This desert of ice
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| Is calling me… me again,
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| 'cause he’s the father
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| Of mine.
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| The desert inside. |