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Two people gasping for air drowning in a pool of refuge,
I gasp for your air in a pool where my self is lost.
Fuck all the emotion in a way in a glass case.
You’ve buried me inside and I’m suffocating on empty air.
I feel my lungs in a dry spell.
You said the spring dries up romance,
Buried in a glass case of shards,
Fucked in the heat of the spring,
Fuck all, my emotion is drowning.
I hold a glass bottle and pour water down my throat,
I lapse into reveries of half assed dreams,
Reverie of monotony,
I can feel myself slipping into purgatory,
You said time heals all,
I feel your body shrivel up into a void,
My lungs full of seawater,
I’m coughing up blood,
I’ve let my eroticism consume me,
It fills my lungs and erases clarity.
I’ve choked on you and spat out blood,
Rusty love that decayed on a street.
Atrophy and decay on a corner,
Pool of my memory discarded in a bottle where secrets are kept inside.
Fuck all my secrets.
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(lyrics ita)
Se il limite fosse liquido,
bisognerebbe ingoiarlo d'un fiato,
per annaspare, ad un passo dalla morte,
dove il sonno fa rumore e poi si stempera.
Oppure mescolarsi alle correnti del tempo,
in una spirale amorfa verso il fondo.
Solo dolore, nel profondo.
Scenderemo nel gorgo muti
ma con luce nuova feriremo il cielo,
come ogni sole dopo l'abisso della notte.
Se tutto è destinato alla deriva eterna
in uno spazio nero e senza Dio,
saremo tempesta per sempre.
Registrato in presa diretta, missato e masterizzato presso il Sudestudio (LE) da Stefano Manca.
(lyrics eng)
If the limit was liquid
we should swallow it in one breath,
to flounder, one step away from death,
where sleep makes noise and then dissolves.
Or mix ourselves to the tides of time,
in an amorphous spiral towards the seabed.
Only grief into the dephts.
We’ll go down into the maelstrom mute,
but with light anew we'll wound the sky,
like every sun after the abyss of the night.
If everything is destined to drift
in a black, godless space,
we'll be a storm forever.
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