The Submerged and the Saved Lyrics

(Claudio Cinnella)

Nothing changes,
nothing is fated to change.
Voices dead squeack in the wind...
Dead and empty
I crawl along the endless minutes which,
dumb, follow one other in
inexistent times.
Alone, soaked in the damp basin of
time, under a sky which jing flows,
always the same, breaking
against cold and millenary mountains,
dumb and eternal...
All flows im my veins in
a mysterious and programmed way,
which coolly wrap up myself,
grinding memories fell down and abandoned
in calm and sad nights.
All is broken as
dust abandoned to the wind,
holy and ancient son of
what doesn't exist no more.
Night, high and still night,
take with itself fragments of death,
hidden in an empty broken and falling moon.
And a feeling of
stillness capture me as jelly imprisons a
cracked and parched ground.
My lullaby sounds soft and
eternal, taking me in a
lifeless world without lights or stars.
Dead and empty,
empty and alone in an
high and still night, which
take with itself fragments of death
hidden in an empty broken and falling moon.