Nothing today seems favorable
around the world with hostility,
every impression it makes me feel inside and only weak
distrust.
low clouds that oppress;
Cold, grim and the alien city
dark thoughts and eddies
besiege me with their dirty action.
domomani everything heal.
pleasant life will return.
but now the bottom of the chasm is hard ...
was not as hard as ever.
the beginning was pure fear for my safety
:
I gave him the name of evil
and I translated it in solitude.
"we're all alone?" I wondered then
feeling the weight of defeat, and a spiral
melancholy
me fed to concerns.
tomorrow everything will heal the world will return
and pleasant.
but now the bottom of the abyss,
is hard ... was not as hard as ever.
like it has ever been ...
and you, world, how are you?
and in what direction will you go?
and you too, man, how are you,
hog, with your trouble?
but stupid questions ...
well, tomorrow it will pass.
I take my son to school, we walk
floor, her belly a little
'hurts,
I hold her hand.
then grazed his head
and I think it's true:
"people are not good" as sung by the king
raven black.
everything tomorrow and I'll be back rasserenerà
sociable,
but now the bottom of the chasm is hard
... Hard as it is not never been
as it was not ever ...
and you, world, how are you?
and in what direction will you go?
and you too, man, how are you,
hog, with your trouble?
but stupid questions ...
well, tomorrow it will pass.
