Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monumental Anger, artist - Wake The DeadDate of issue: 26.05.2016
Song language: English
Monumental Anger |
| the nights have blown to me |
| endless speeches |
| after the war. |
| I have something in my voice, sometimes, |
| something that screams, |
| mixing a song of joy |
| and a burning sky. |
| I have deep in my memory |
| the dancing blue lights, |
| this sort of cage |
| blocking my chest. |
| it almost keeps me breathing |
| in this train that departs |
| especially not turning |
| in this train that departs |
| especially not turning |
| all my requirements |
| my struggles, my suspicions |
| in this endless night. |
| there is still a spark |
| my pain, my emergency |
| all my habits have changed |
| all my doubts |
| my struggles, my suspicions are dead |
| in this endless night. |
| there is still a spark |
| my pain, my emergency |
| all my habits have changed |
| all my doubts |
| my struggles, my suspicions are dead |
| do you understand? |
| I fly |
| I am nothing a simple dust. |
| I would only sleep to stay here with you. |
| I do not think it was too late for me. |
| I thought it was my last opportunity. |
| a last chance |
| that’s why I feel so light? |
| I feel myself go away from you. |
| in a better place? |
| this is where I go. |
| this is where I will live. |
| so that’s why I flew? |
| I think I’m finally happy. |
| this is the end of all I need |
| this is the end of all I know |
| the nights have blown to me |
| endless speeches |
| after the war. |
| I have something in my voice, sometimes, |
| something that screams, |
| mixing a song of joy |
| and a burning sky. |
| I have deep in my memory |
| the dancing blue lights, |
| this sort of cage |
| blocking my chest. |
| it almost keeps me breathing |
| in this train that departs |
| especially not turning |
| in this train that departs |
| especially not turning |
| all my requirements |
| my struggles, my suspicions |
| in this endless night |
| the grey colour of the tunnel |
| there is still a spark |
| getting out in an huge sunbeam |
| in this endless night |
| and the bright clang of the trains railroads |
| there is still a spark |
| spinning seawards |
| the recovered love of my family |
| and our bright future awaiting us in an idyllic spot |
| their indestructible love and confidence |
| recovered as a present of life |
| this «rinacimento» founded suddenly |
| in the bottom of my heart |
| sign of my revival |