Triesteitaliana - Novembre

Triesteitaliana - Novembre
There at the borders
Cold and rigid guardians dressed of no life
We run and run in circles
Till the world stops spinning round
Till remaining breathless panting
Overwhelmed by laughter
Starry skies of stains
Ultimately sorry
Uneducated random strokes of pain
It's a chain going backwards through the veins
Must sew up this wound and run away
I can feel their strenght
Through crooked lightning desert pathways
Run and run and run the pathways
Branching off through time
Two lone wolves shared
The utmost silence of the time
Trieste Italiana
Trieste Italiana