Reflections
On those loose bricks of old places
Strange shadows of watery faces
Under a sky made of waves
A world for recognition craves
When you write reflections on drawings
And I rain words on paintings
Something tells us it's never enough
On whispered songs, their voices rough,
Splashed phrases "please come near"
The sea calls you, can you hear?
Orange buildings drown on waters
Their human clay melts and sputters
Afraid to dive, afraid to try,
Afraid to plunge, but not to die
What if we don't want to come back?
What if we want to embrace the black?
We listen, never too drunk to do it
We listen, never too sober to forget it
Let's surrender our bones to fate
Fall through a quicksilver ground
Why do we stand here and wait
Let's soar through waters of sound
Let's drink on glasses thrown from bridges
Under broken umbrellas full of stitches
And looking up, seeing the city,
Looking up the lights of pity,
We'll find ourselves on our reflection,
Reaching the sky we'll find connection.
Perché non vediamo mai Venezia sotto l'acqua, resta qui la promessa di tuffarci nel gran canale insieme e vedere i tuoi disegni attraverso un filtro oceanico. Sai cos'è l'ispirazione? È inventare qualcosa che non esiste o non è mai accaduta, ma che è stata basata in un fatto reale - grazie per la tua forma di guardare il mondo intorno a noi.
Pour Arnaud.
Strange shadows of watery faces
Under a sky made of waves
A world for recognition craves
When you write reflections on drawings
And I rain words on paintings
Something tells us it's never enough
On whispered songs, their voices rough,
Splashed phrases "please come near"
The sea calls you, can you hear?
Orange buildings drown on waters
Their human clay melts and sputters
Afraid to dive, afraid to try,
Afraid to plunge, but not to die
What if we don't want to come back?
What if we want to embrace the black?
We listen, never too drunk to do it
We listen, never too sober to forget it
Let's surrender our bones to fate
Fall through a quicksilver ground
Why do we stand here and wait
Let's soar through waters of sound
Let's drink on glasses thrown from bridges
Under broken umbrellas full of stitches
And looking up, seeing the city,
Looking up the lights of pity,
We'll find ourselves on our reflection,
Reaching the sky we'll find connection.
Perché non vediamo mai Venezia sotto l'acqua, resta qui la promessa di tuffarci nel gran canale insieme e vedere i tuoi disegni attraverso un filtro oceanico. Sai cos'è l'ispirazione? È inventare qualcosa che non esiste o non è mai accaduta, ma che è stata basata in un fatto reale - grazie per la tua forma di guardare il mondo intorno a noi.
Pour Arnaud.
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