P.F.M. - L'isola di niente

L'isola di niente / The Island of Nothing

But the truth
Is the number I have
It is sad to walk
Useless why's;
Fairy tales and lies
Talking about God
Stupid soldiers
Asking of myself

Only in the Minds’ garden
The time yet to come is sitting
The one who lost, caressing,
That peace he doesn’t have, is sitting
And peace of one moment is to rest
In this Island of Nothing

But the truth
Is the number I have
It is sad to walk
Useless why's;
And like a kite
Without wind
I don’t talk anymore
About believing, about forgiving
Too many truths
Asking of myself.

La Luna Nuova / The New Moon

March sky
Of a New Moon
Dreams of good luck
Drunk wise men between lightened fires
Burning fears…

The old one is singing about the madness
Of last king
The child is singing about the magic
Of the dawn he will see…

The man is silent and already waiting for
The rain that will fall
Little mercy
Never, never-ending game.

Dolcissima Maria / Sweetest Mary

Sweet Mary
Forget the flowers
Drew by the time
Upon your face.
And all the years gone away
Sat in waiting
A long, long path
No one to meet..
Don't turn back anymore…

And the day will come
Wore of poetry
It will tell you of love
You didn’t remember anymore
And it will bless you
Sweetest Mary…

Sweet Mary
Clean-eyed
Wet-eyed
It’s time to go
And soon you will smell
Morning flavour
And the robin will sing
Flying beside you…
Don't turn back anymore…

And if you wish someone
Wore of poetry
Will cover you with love
Asking nothing more
And he will caress you
Sweetest Mary…