Triesteitaliana  -  Novembre

There  at  the  borders

Cold  and  rigid  guardians  dressed  of  no  life

We  run  and  run  in  circles

Till  the  world  stops  spinning  round

(Run  in  circles,  and  the  world  as  we  know  it,  spins  in  silence)

Till  remaining  breathless,  panting

Overwhelmed  by  laughter

Starry  skies  of  stains

Ultimately  sorry

Uneducated  random  strokes  of  pain

It's  a  chain  going  backwards  through  the  veins

Must  sew  up  this  wound  and  run  away

I  can  feel  their  strenght

Through  crooked-lightning  desert  pathways

Run  and  run  and  run  the  pathways

branching  off  through  time

Two  lone-wolves  shared

the  utmost  silence  of  the  time

(run,  run  the  pathways  as  you  share

the  uttermost  of  silence)

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