In gabbia

sbatacchia, sbatacchia,
l'uccello in gabbia
il corpo, confuso
ricolmo di rabbia

sbatacchia e non sente
il sangue colare
furioso, non vede
le piume cascare

sbatacchia con veemenza
la gabbia, in pendenza
cadendo si infrange
e le piume, sparge

racchiuso tra mura
infranto e spezzato
sbatacchia, sbatacchia
l'uccello in gabbia

I and I and

Sometimes you feel the need to crawl away
far from the heat of reaching Sunday
leaving nothing in your place
but ashes and dismay

and there, in the cold deliverance
reaching all your feelings, tasting
acceptance of your exsistence
sundry thoughs, will never be the same

lust is welcome, as much as hate
crippling terror, souls to deprave
corruption of the living
that loves to be insane

feeling all you are
one that is the same
revealing all the blame
I become I, again

Away

All I have left to say
is that all hopes are gone away
so there's no reason to stay
tides takes off as they may

drown, slowly, gently in
hopelessness sea
no need for struggle
no need to fight

every wind will blow you away
every step will break the way
and everything you say
shall be gone in one day

now you are high in
the sky
float away, fade away
be free.