ALAN SORRENTI - Aria

Aria / Air

Air, in every corner of my room
Air, I'm searching for you
Air, in the labyrinths of my mind
I'm pursuing.

Princess of my carriage
stay with me
sleep in the peace of this evening
inside of me

White your skin, white your dress
sing, dance for me
your face shines like a candle
opening my window in the evening

Air, sweet perfume of Spring
Air, for every... of an evening

Lonely tree pushing myself on a grain field
I go towards you and to your branches I hang myself
one year I collected your leaves...
in every illusion of mine, in every sensation

Air, in every corner of my room
Air, I'm searching for you
Air, in the labyrinths of my mind
I'm pursuing

Princess of my carriage
take me through
through blurred mountains, misty seas
the dawn comes from you
the day dies with you
the day dies with you
...

Take me in the large snowy fields
where there is no Sun, take everything of me
your veins are rivers among the rocks
your hands, pale mountains in the night

I go up with you on the water lilies, the silver waterfalls
its dunes whipped by the wind
and with the wind my carriage
passes between your white footprints
and in front of a monastery it stops

Air, you open the door to me and outside it's raining
and into the rooms of your ned
I'm entering
I'm entering
...

Air, my body on your body
moves slowly
Air, my body on your body
sinks sweetly
Air, I'm trying to discover
to discover your secret

I entered your body, the universe is me
your body is me, the universe is me
in your river I'm sliding
Air, I'm getting crazy

A storm of colours bursts inside of me
I open my arms on you
sounds of whip crushed by rain gusts
over horses of my, of my carriage
through the glasses of my room
I look outside, outside it rains
and in the raindrops hung to the railing
I see the pearls of your crown
I see the pearls of your crown
...

Air, in every corner of my room
I'm searching for you
Air, on the wet asphalt of my road
I'm tracking you and you're melting
Air, I feel that...
I'm already, I'm already losing you...

Vorrei incontrarti / I wish to meet you

I wish to meet you out of the gates of a factory
I wish to meet you along the roads to India
I wish to meet you but I don't know what I would do
perhaps I suddenly would cry for joy

I wish to meet you while you sleep in a sea of grass
and then take yourself to my house on the cliff
show to you my remembrance of what I have been
show you the statue of what I am now

I wish to know you but I don't know how to call you
I wish to follow you but people submerge you
I was waiting for you when outside it was raining
my room was full of silence for you

I wish to meet you right about to fall down
among thousand faces your recognizing
sing your song, sing it for me
perhaps one day I will sing for you

I wish to meet you but I don't know how to call you
...

I wish to meet you out of the gates of a factory
...

La mia mente / My mind

My mind, my mind is full of things
full of screws, screwdrivers, full of nails,
full of rusty and sacred things,
and this train moves and unleash them...

And I struggle, and I chain them,
and I accumulate them, and I create them
yes, I create them
and this train moves and unleash them...

My, my people, my mind
is a balloon wandering in a soft dream
and it does not come back on the Earth
and my people,
my people point at it
and my people,
my people lynch it, yes they lynch it
the first blow moves it
and the second one bowls it over.

This, this safe of old, ancient armors
this mind swims, falls down
in a violent waterfall...

Un fiume tranquillo / A quiet river

And just the, and just the river of a dead place,
brings back in its quiet bed my poor coffer,
a quiet river that cancels the remembrances,
a green stretcher where a torn off body
declare itself failed, a quiet river
that saves me from a violent waterfall,
that knows where my home is,
that river for me exists.

You will find my shoe near the sidewalk
and my body far in the halls of a dormitory,
my hand in a ditch, my eye in the sky,
that river knows where my home is,
that river for me exists, for me exists...

Because I believe, because I love the life,
because I cry, because I laugh...
and that pebble you find on the ground
that pebble loves you
and a voice you find on the ground
that voice loves you, loes you...

My love I want you, I don't want to die,
my love I love you, I don't want to sleep,
I love the night with its pillow,
its stars with your smile,
I love the flowers od our, of our,
our garden, of our garden...