Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Nihil Propaganda, artist - Vision Divine. Album song When All the Heroes Are Dead, in the genre Прогрессив-метал
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Record label: Scarlet
Song language: Italian
The Nihil Propaganda(original) |
How could we comprise the Void? |
Our small minds can’t keep it in |
Getting close to where our conscience fades |
Feels like there, while it vanishes away |
Nothingness can’t be imagined |
We can only knock on the next door |
While our lives proceed along their path |
Safe and blind, slowly fading away |
Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle |
E questa siepe, che da tanta parte |
Dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude |
Ma sedendo e mirando, interminati |
Spazi di là da quella, e sovrumani |
Silenzi, e profondissima quiete |
Io nel pensier mi fingo; |
ove per poco |
Il cor non si spaura. |
E come il vento |
Odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello |
Infinito silenzio a questa voce |
Vo comparando: e mi sovvien l’eterno |
E le morte stagioni, e la presente |
E viva, e il suon di lei. |
Così tra questa |
Immensità s’annega il pensier mio |
We all are the others |
Nobody is himself |
E il naufragar m'è dolce in questo mare |
(translation) |
How could we comprise the Void? |
Our small minds can't keep it in |
Getting close to where our conscience fades |
Feels like there, while it vanishes away |
Nothingness can't be imagined |
We can only knock on the next door |
While our lives proceed along their path |
Safe and blind, slowly fading away |
This hill was always dear to me |
And this hedge, which goes so far |
From the last horizon the gaze excludes |
But sitting and looking, take it forever |
Spaces beyond that, and superhuman |
Silence, and very deep stillness |
In my thoughts I pretend; |
where for a while |
The heart is not afraid. |
And like the wind |
I hear rustling among these plants, I that one |
Infinite silence to this voice |
I compare myself: and I remember the eternal |
And the dead seasons, and the present |
And alive, and the sound of her. |
So between this |
Immensity drowns my thoughts |
We all are the others |
Nobody is himself |
And shipwreck is sweet to me in this sea |