Cicatrize.

Like water

pouring down my hair,

my head,

down my shoulders

and back;

I spend my time

trying to repair

what I broke,

lost in wonders

and I lack

in courage

to show you

how I do feel,

since your confidence

has gone so far.

Savage - 

I don't wanna lose 

another time,

but I see no chance

don't...

don't go and leave me 

I'm unable

to cicatrize

another scar.

Satan's song.

 

 

Give me a piece of your soul,

I need to play like a child

with your purest intention;

 

just a little of your time

and your thoughts - I want 'em all

diverted to my fake devotion.

 

You are so young,

so vulnerable

and still sometimes

I'm afraid to break you,

 

but I soon replace

guilt with pleasure.

My pulse denies

what's plain for you.

 

And girl, I'm a betrayer;

I won't last that long,

but I will offer my smell

worn on like a shiny dress.

 

I will act like a saviour

when you don't need me at all,

open up your white shell

when your heart is a mess.

 

'cause you are so young,

so vulnerable

yet still sometimes

I know I could fall.

 

Take care of me

while I leave you alone.

No mercy - you're mine,

no problems to solve.

 

You fill my emptiness, baby

so the circle is closed.

Cocoon.

Just for you
I'd spur the day to
gave birth to the night,
when every sigh
gives a voice to any desire.

Just for you
I'd undergo the cross I've
chosen to bear,
for years and years
just to have you near,

just to feel you close,
immovable
like a Winter rose;

imperishable
like the face of moon,
hidden in my cocoon
and perfectly stable.

Despite the storm
I'm unable
to let my heart sink;

there's a light blink
in your dark eyes
and just for you
I still undress
any of my disguise.

Al di là del muro.

Nulla conosco di te,

ma ogni notte mi uccide

l'immagine del tuo sguardo

che cerca il come e perché;

fugace, ma non codardo,

evitando sterili sfide,

ed esitante gli sorride.

Forse ammonisce il tono che hai,

ma il dubbio indietreggia;

la realtà è ciò che si crede,

e se l'equilibrio vacilla

cancelli il senso di ciò che già sai.

Crolla la dignità

sotto la paura di parlare,

il timore di annegare

in qualcuno che a metà

si dona;

l'ansia consuma,

sottile graffia l'autostima

e tutto quello che era prima

ora riveste il presente,

accecante

per non vedere più.

 

A tratti vicina,

- rivale antistante,

da donna meschina

e sincera amante

la severa tenerezza

tua - temo e ammiro,

nella dolce efferatezza

mia - avvilita sospiro.

Exit bag.

Come on so sweet and deceitful,

I have nothing else to lose;

she looks at me confused

and every day is another fight

smiles become so painful.

Just come, inhaling this present

I'm the mother of sadness,

tossed from one body to another

without energy to fight

for a sincere sentiment.

Afraid to fall

into the darkest depth,

I gave up loving,

I gave up strength

Memories bit my brain

sucked up and drained,

I thought I could breathe,

but he choked me.