Didn’t fall from heaven
Rise up stupid people
The river’s overflowing
And empty heads are floating
And it’s not my fault if
There are executioners
There is imbecility
And park benches are full of
Alienated people
Up patriots to armsThe sky is brown
Contemporary music
gets me down
The Ayotallah Khomeini
To many he’s a saint
You always bite the bait
You build for the middle classes
The barricades in plazas
Which creates false legends of progress
Who do you think we are
Don’t judge me by my car
We are just fireflies
Waiting in the darkness
The capital of music
Finally comes to us
Full of lies and fairytales
All the art directors
Let’s send them in retirement
And all the culture clubs
And it’s not my fault if
There are so many spectacles
With lasers and smoke machines
And if the stages are today
For ungraceful idiots
Up patriots to arms
The sky is brown
Contemporary music
Gets me down
Gets me down…
Of past civilizations
Of continents gone adrift.
Talk to me about love
Tell me more about human love,
Of anomalous travelers
In magical, mystic territories.
Ahead we followed by instinctOnly the comets trail
As vanguards of another system
In search of the end.
No Time No Space
Another race of vibrations,
The sea of the simulation.
Keep your feelings in memory
I love you especially tonight.
The air-traffic controllers
Just ready for take-off
Astrological telescopes
To discover new stars.
Walking Sundays
As a spacer
Ahead.
Ahead we followed by instinct
Only the comets trail
As vanguards of another system
In search of the end.
No Time No Space
Another race of vibrations,
The sea of the simulation.
Keep your feelings in memory
I love you especially tonight.
I with me.
Do you smile
For Arabian style
I like it.
Miami beach boys
Children with toys
Across the universe.
Chan-son egocentriqueself centered song,
Chan-son egocentrique
self centered song.
Who am I?
Where am I
When I’m out of myself?
Where do I come from?
Tell me where I go.
Chan-son egocentrique
self centered song,
Chan-son egocentrique
self centered song.
I come from Sicily
Not far from Africa
I sing for EMI Records;
Slowly the moon
To take our lives again.
Central Park
I love in the dark
Ich bin klein;
People sang
Around the campfire ground
I remember prehistoric sound
Was the time of the dinosaur age
Oh, nein.
Chan-son egocentrique
self centered song,
Chan-son egocentrique
self centered song.
(He tells me)
Oh, I’m so lonely
My heart is breaking,
So…When you see my girl
Tell her that I love her.
And after silence then far away
The sudden cannon’s roar.
And from the radio signals in code
One day in heaven fires of BengalaPeace came back again
Yet the King of the World
Keeps our hearts enchained.
In the full white dresses
Echoes of sufi dances
In Japan’s undergrounds today
Oxygen machines;
The more all becomes useless
The more we believe it’s true
And in the final days
English will not help.
And on our bicycles heading for home
Life brushed us
Yet the King of the World
Keeps our hearts enchained.
In the curved air.
I’m a lonely boy
Stepping out
Solitary man.
I don’t understand.Life can be short or long
Tomorrow’s another day.
I’m living underground
Like a teddy-boy.
I cross the rainbow
With millions of drivers at the traffic lights
Imprisoned and immobile in their cars
When the traffic’s low
In the city streets
Solitary then I go,
I go through the town.
I don’t understand.
Life can be short or long
Tomorrow’s another day.
I’m living underground
Like a teddy-boy.
From a nearby church’s steeple
Hear the bells are ringing din dan don…
This is so,
For when I think of how I’ve wasted those moments
Lost forever, they’ll never never return.
Lover’s springtime, lover’s season comes and goes,And suddenly you realize, there you are,
In surprise.
Ah how many lost occasions we’ve thrown away,
Never have regrets, never never say die.
Still a new enthusiasm
waits to make your heart beat strong.
Another chance to discover just who you are;
And the horizons you lost will return nevermore.
Lover’s springtime, lover’s season comes and goes,
With all it its wagers and its fears, but this time,
Will it last for long,
For when I think of how I’ve wasted those moments
Lost forever, they’ll never never return.
Ah how many lost occasions we’ve thrown away,
Never have regrets, never never say die.
Still a new enthusiasm
waits to make your heart beat strong.
Lover’s springtime, lover’s season comes and goes,
And our desires never age
with time, come what may,
This is so.
Whit candelabras on their heads
Or like the balineses
on their holidays
I want to see you as a dancerLike dervishes tourneurs
Who twist around around their back-bones
To the sound of ankle bracelets of Katakali
The walls are turning turning all around us
As we are dancing
Dancing
The walls are turning turning all around us
As we are dancing
And radio Tirana’s playing
Music from Balkan
For Bulgarian dancers
With bare feet they dance on burning embers
In the oriental island
In sunny summer dance halls
Couples of old folks are dancing
To a rhythm in seven-eight
The walls are turning turning all around us
As we are dancing
Dancing
The walls are turning turning all around us
As we are dancing
In the rhythm of the heath
-the key
Of old tribal magical rites
Kingdoms of the Shamans
And rebel players on the road again
Down across the plainlands
In sunny summer dance halls
Couples of old folks are dancing
A classical Viennese waltz .
And roads are deserted in Tozeur.
From a house far awayYour mother observes me
And she remembers me
For my very special ways
Then for just a moment my longing
To live at another pace begins to waken in me.
Still they pass, still very slowly
the trains for Tozeur.
In the churches, God-forsaken,
Shelters are being prepared and new ships,
For trips among the stars
In an old empty mine,
Vast stretches of salt
And a memory of me
Like into a magic spell;
Then for just a moment my longing
To live at another pace begins to waken in me;
Still they pass, still very slowly
The trains for Tozeur.
In the frontier villages
They watch the trains pass by
For Tozeur.
Many things could be changed now
A bit of lightness
And less stupidity
Faking, you’re good at fakingWhen you are close to me
You always tell me I’m right
And I’d like to tell you
That I feel better
Alone.
Yes but the animal which is inside me
Won’t let me live in happiness again
He takes all, the coffee too
He renders me a slave of all my passions
He never does give up
He doesn’t want to wait
And still the animal which is inside me
Wants you.
Inside me signs of fire
And water often quenches them
If you want them to burn
You leave them in the air
Or let them be on earth.
