Play No Games
Comunque sia
ognuno vive a modo suo
e si va via
dietro qualunque veritÃÂ
ed anch'io io mi ostino a dare un senso
quasi a tutto quanto quello che si fa
ma dentro me lascio in sospeso tante cose
incertezze leggerezze amarezze della libertÃÂ
Cercherò, cercherò
d'incontrarmi in tutto quello che non ho
fino a che riuscirò a conoscermi per quello che sarò
cercherò, cercherò
di non restare indietro mai
sacrificarmi a un mondo che ferisce spesso
facendo finta di star bene con me
Lotto karamba Octopus
(Hammill)
I want to paint you long poems full of fire,
you who I do not know.
Now my mind is tested with love which
twists and wavers from side to side and which
some day soon you may see...
I want you to cascade
through ten thousand rainbows with me
and dredge mountains from the sea:
you who I now begin to know.
But emotion is pent up inside,
too scared of dying again to live
and meanwhile I must endure your
red-copper hair screaming like a water-baby.
Black eyes stare from my ceiling...
you who I now truly know.
Now I cannot see too clearly
and already my trellis stands bare.
How can I break free of these overclinging arms
which entwine and enfold me
and reach to the clear blue sea?
I want you to know, but how can I tell you?
I want you to see but my own eyes are blind.
The Octopus now enfolds me,
I know you too well....