A keresés eredménye

We exchange a kiss

Hawaiians crowns on the balcons of Via Roma
Africans melodies in Porta Felice
I lost Palermo in the wind of the tropics
I found hell in the bar downstairs
And I saw a monster swallow the city
A bloody spit staining your Adidas
Violating life inside a courtroom
Celebrating pussy in a cultural club
 
And there is a girl, who has sky-colored hair
Her eyes are the color of war
Burns the waiting, lying on a table
Waiting for a tidal wave to come from the bottom
And we're both made of starlight
And we bathe in the same sea
We both have children and dogs to feed
 
We kiss before we get hurt
We kiss before we get hurt
We kiss before we get hurt
We kiss before we get hurt
 
And I saw a monster swallow the city
A spit of blood staining your Hogans
A new breeze, a cut in the throat
A petrol pump which, by burning, illuminates the seafront
And you, who don't know whether to leave or stay
You will be Meri forever, Aphrodite sold in the temple for nothing
 
And there is a girl, who has sky-colored hair
Her eyes are the color of war
Burns the waiting, lying on a table
Waiting for a tidal wave to come from the bottom
And we're both made of starlight
And we bathe in the same sea
We both have children and dogs to feed
 
We kiss before we get hurt
We kiss before we get hurt
We kiss before we get hurt
We kiss before we get hurt
We kiss before we get hurt
We kiss before we get hurt
We kiss before we get hurt
We kiss before we get hurt
 
Balls with holes in the balconies of Via Roma
Balls with holes in the balconies of Via Roma
Balls with holes in the balconies of Via Roma
Balls with holes in the balconies of Via Roma
 

Arab Moon

the Normans1 dizzied from African potions
an Englishman on vacation is pissing in the sea
a uniformed boy cries
because he would not like to leave
some bored children on the Scala dei Turchi 2
abandon themselves, calm from a burping contest
they are very happy so they have time to get hurt
 
It's a primal instinct,
being unable to get hurt
 
An Arab moon takes us
and drags us inside
the transparent water
its light stops there since forever
phosphorescent, nothing is left behind
where you remained to wait for me
there was the safe sea
an Arab moon takes us
and doesn't let us go
 
The Spanish people in Ortygia3 with their hearts in a suitcase
the teachers gone to smoke in the courtyard
there's recess
unless he's not the Student of the Year
The lazy French women in the busy premises
the kids from the villages have descended to dance
have descended to search
to conquer new foreign lands
It's a primal instinct
searching to feel well
 
An Arab moon takes us
and drags us inside
the transparent water
its light stops there since forever
phosphorescent, nothing is left behind
where you remained to wait for me
the safe sea existed
an Arab moon takes us
and doesn't let us go
and doesn't let us go
 
Where you remained to wait for me
there was the safe sea
An Arab moon takes us
and doesn't let us go
 

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Good Days

[Verse 1]
In the summer storms
We're calling each other and saying
We'll see eachother again soon
It's the time to understand what we are
What this attraction is
What happened, I don't know
Let's dance under the neon lights
Near a beach
You listen to the Pixies while
I write simple songs
 
[Chorus]
Because these are good days
Made of cruel hours
But they are good days
Confusing the outside with the inside
Summer with winter
Someone you love with the breeze
The rain with cement
 
[Verse 2]
In the summer storms
There's water in the condoms
Left in the parking lot
Lost threads, you're saying that
It will pass, this Vietnam of ours
Someone's surfing with a gas mask
And what's left when everything stops?
Only the sound of your CDs while
I'm always listening to the same songs
 
[Chorus]
Because these are good days
Made of cruel hours
But they are good days
Confusing the outside with the inside
Summer with winter
Someone you love with the breeze
The rain with cement
Without wanting to, I started a fire
Inside me and you
 
[Outro]
Because these are good days
Made of cruel hours
Because these are good days
Made of cruel hours