IL DESTINO DI UN OMBRELLO. respiro l'aria di alberi morti, parliamo con frasi a metà. dove ho lasciato Spensieratezza? copriamoci con discorsi di carta. riflessi su specchi non vedono altro, gli stessi che credevano in me.
FATE OF AN UMBRELLA. (I am) breathing the air of dead trees, (we are) speaking in broken sentences. where did I leave Carelessness? we cover ourselves with sentences of paper.reflected on mirrors can't see anything else, the same ones that believed in me.
FATE OF AN UMBRELLA. (I am) breathing the air of dead trees, (we are) speaking in broken sentences. where did I leave Carelessness? we cover ourselves with sentences of paper.reflected on mirrors can't see anything else, the same ones that believed in me.