BIGLIETTO PER L'INFERNO - same
Ansia / Anxiety
And my sad and infamous life
spent killing and stealing,
comes
back every night with the terror
of not finding whom can save me.
A
friend told about priests:
never seen! Who are them? What do they do?
Charlatans
merchants or prophets
but they take away this solicitude of mine.
Confessione / Confession
Tell brother what's your sin
tell me with whom how many
times you've been.
You told lies, you've been a snitch. Come on
why don't
you tell me, I'm friar Isaiah.
Listen to me friar I don't know if I committed
a sin
I killed a bastard who wanted
cover by his money his dirty past
trying
thus to mock his fate
What do you say brother, you killed.
In the
fifth one remember it's been prohibited to you.
I can't save you from the
eternal fire
you just have a ticket to Hell.
Listen to me friar and
tell me if this
you call it sin or a noble act.
I took the money to a
rich sir
to give food to a dying man.
Una strana regina / A strange queen
If you can fly
Tell me how do you do it.
If you can
dream
tell me when do you do it.
If you can love
I want to know,
if
only killing I,
if only stealing I,
other I can't do,
you learn me.
What
do you think friend
that anybody exists
knowing how to love: No!
By
now on this world
everybody is like you,
love they don't know what it
is.
On the Earth
a strange queen reigns,
she lives in castles formed
by every street,
she changes her dress every evening
and is called hypocrisy.
Dear
friend who kill and steal you are like me
and perhaps, without knowing
in
this life you won,
and hope that our God from the afterworld
see and forgive
our impiousness.
Il nevare / The snowing
White clouds in the pale blue sky
from high look at the
fields with the plough;
it's not a harassment, no
not wetting the soil
but
maybe also in the sky there is
a little war
and you what do you do?
and
you what do you do?
and you what do you do?
I saw a mass of black birds
strange
creatures with human eyes.
They searched for a grain field
for long months
they will search in vain.
and you what do you do?
and you what do you
do?
and you what do you do?
Heavy fires felt down that day,
they wet
my eyes lost in light
lost in the effort of knowing of seeing
how much
pure joy from a simple snowing,
something in the snow a small cabin
white
and lonely maybe abandoned.
Far away a bell tower
reminded a prayer
over
ancient roofs shades
celebrated the evening.
L'amico suicida / The suicidal friend
Around your body there's a halo of death
I look at your
meatless face,
you smile, you're strong
your waxy face and the slow impulses
your
dark leaps
make my teeth squeak.
Soothed you wait for your solution
your
death in bittersweet gives
a strange sensation
a strange sensation
a
strange sensation
a strange...
You asked me not to cry;
it was
the last favour
even this one has been denied to you,
dear unlucky friend
and
the world condemns you
and talks about it disgusted,
this dirty idiot
world
precisely it, which created you,
but not me
but not me, I don't
understand
I don't blame your act,
I know your story,
I know your sad
poetry
with the flavour of death,
your hand in mine
and after this
death of mine
life comes back in me
and now I feel the strongest one,
I
haven't anymore queens but a king.