Yesterday*
I fell in love with a melody [chant]
and then I got drunk on [inebriated by the] ocean
I rid my arms from my work [salary] and I went on
I left screens and delusions of pleasure behind
and I blinded a giant in truth's courts [tribunals]
I dreamed on myself inside a horse
and every wall fell down
I left you for an island, and that island.....
Leaving for leaving's sake
Whatever the truth may be, it’s now the great day
there is a way in my hands it will not betray me
there is a world that pulls me in this 'azure-ness'
I don’t know if the crazy one is me
or you who remain here
They say that the stars are already speaking of us
and that my spirit has never seen them so close
Leaving for the sake of going to our origin
where the stars set and there is no gravity
Leaving for the sake of leaving isn’t just craziness
if I ask the man in me to live
It will be wherever it will be, but it will be
if this fantasy is the truth
follow the wave... follow the wave...
follow the wave... follow the wave...
Whatever the truth may be I’m going to see now
beyond my horizon what might there be
to quench my thirst
lunar harmonies in the blue chalice of the immensity
that design [ways, roads] sweetest possibilities
Leaving for the sake of leaving I’m not
looking for a city
but the meeting of a spirit with its freedom
Leaving for the sake... Leaving for the sake
where you never lose yourself
and my great dreams obstinately live
You are
You are my way you are my melancholy
you are my fast [period of not eating]
you are my home my footsteps
but you are not you are not mine
You are nostalgia you are the beach you are the moon
the storm you are you are this last scene of yours
you are my dog you are my dinner in a hand [?]
but you are not you are not mine
and you are no longer only a woman
You are those evenings which will never again return
the word that is left strangled in me
you are along those streets that saw us
tightly embracing
in my fantasies in my memory you are more beautiful...
but you are not you are not mine
and you are no longer only a woman
You are this anger in me my tears
my pain
you are the wound that no one can ever heal
you are my slavemaster my shadow my killer
and who knows where you are are you happy
are you far away
but you are not you are not mine
and you are no longer only a woman woman
You are all of time that is yet to come
to remind me that you are not here
the look that I will always find
in the eyes of whoever will come
you are the need of you my need
jealousy that kills
you are the story of the others you are
you are always...always...always...always you
my love
The wooden horse
I had a dream along my road
a tear will not quench my thirst
but at least dreams, come what may
donÉt bend to any will
I dreamed that the most important thing
isnÉt who you are but what you want
and the moon seemed a diamond
and you [who?] inside a freer world
used to run with us
Each heart was beating in the spirit beside [next to]
and the voices formed a single chorus
in the air in the air it was shouting
'We are of ourselves' [the idea is unit cohesion,
all, the disparate individuals being of one intention]
Each heart was beating with us
and the voices were singing a chorus
we are of ourselves
But a wooden horse is travelling
soon it will arrive inside the city
there must be a breech in this world
certainly there must be
In the bowels of the earth there must be
in the station urinals or on the altars
between the clothes hung in the alleys down here
...in your young woman's heart...
Along the street beaten by the wind
some nights I seem
to hear that chant
in the air in the air which shouts
We are of ourselves we are of ourselves
We are of ourselves
Each heart was beating in the spirit beside
Each heart was beating with us
Each heart was beating in the spirit beside
and the voices formed a single chorus
Ulysses
I walk in a sunset
of 1,000 years ago
with a wind a sentiment
that invades my spirit
A sweet sirens' song
calls me among men and roads
I hold out my hands to you
but I don't find your hands
And my spirit suffers
it wants to get out to go because
no one can understand a port
if he doesn't know what the sea is
and home I would not return
with the clouds I dream of going away
from the palaces of shame
from the streets of hypocrisy
Love an island sooner or later I will give you
for each tear that for me you will pour [literally]
on the weaving of your dreams
It will change... it will change...
It will change... oh it will change...
like a flower inside a wall
lives the spirit that is in me
it searches for what it doesn't have
clouds...trees...us
...i hold out my hands to you
where are your hands
The song of love
torments me and asks of you
but an animal in my heart
has decided the road for me
in order never to return
It will change... it will change...
It will change... oh it will change...
like a flower inside a wall
lives the spirit that is in me
it searches for what it doesn't have
clouds...trees...us it will change... it will change...
One more man
One more man you will be
one more with all of us
to defend dreams and truth
one more man who will join
There is a need of hands and you know it
there is a need of voices and together with us
now you will be
one more man
One more man with us
one more with your dreams
against whoever wants to steal my star
one more man whoever he might be
And the wall will rise hands on hands
and voices on voices
the wall will rise people on people who grow
and unite embracing an idea
Each time that you look back
you will count one more man
And the wall will rise hands on hands
and voices on voices
the wall will rise people on people who grow
and move with my spirit
One more man you will be
one more with all of us
to defend with your teeth your idea
one more man in the tide
There is a need for heart and you have it
there is a need for everyone and together with us now
you will be
One more man
Song of the homecoming
This evening my spirit is in the streets
and certainly there is no refuge
for he who is following a mirage
and is outside of himself [ meaning'crazy'?]
This evening my heart has understood
that this my melancholy
is a dog that sniffs things
to find the way
There is always a return in the eyes
of those who leave
even the birds
have laws of gravity
hold me to yourself wherever you are
I am with you
Land on the horizon
now that the heart knows
Land on the horizon
how much sea there is between us
And trees and houses run
the odor of a place that is more mine [?]
now that they return together
the landing and the goodbye
Land on the horizon
now that the heart knows
now that what it's looking for
is all that it has
now that the world stops
and breathes with us
hold me to yourself
I will not end
you will not end
Land on the horizon
now that the heart knows
land on the horizon
how much sea there is between us
land on the horizon
now that the heart knows
land on the horizon...
... how much sea there is
My name is "Nobody"
I'm the guy
who passes next to you
who in the elevator
never looks at you
my door is that one there
how many times
you will ask yourself... who is that guy?
I am one ten a thousand one hundred thousand
with a passport
for obscurity
I am a shadow
in the coming and going
don't look for me
you will not find me
even if
I am where you are
I am a number
and nothing more
I don't have a face
I don't have a city
I don't have distinguishing marks
I never have a voice
I am a number
and nothing more
I don't have a name or identity
I don't go to and I donÉt come from
I never leave a trace
only a number
who are you what are you thinking
do you ever feel alone
you, who are you how do you live
what do you search for in yourself
Nobody is my true name
Nobody is my name
I am the monster the double
the eyes that watch you
and something
about me fascinates you
Nobody is my name
I am a number
and nothing more
I don't have a face
I don't have a city
I don't have distinguishing dreams
and I never have a story ['history' or 'background']
I am a number
and nothing more
I don't have a name or identity
when you return I will find you
and when you return you will find me
I am your mirror
Letter to the father
Love
cuts the heart in this strip [of land?] without a moon
where I am [or 'where am I?']
where you are [or 'where are you?']
and I lose myself
on the course that yesterday you showed me
I, alone, like you
We are not far if only you want it
but in this race the finish line you know
moves with us
perhaps the truth is that there is never truth
and this heart no one can tread upon
not even you
And in this voyage
I have only my suitcase and my rancor
like a clandestine man´ like you
We are not far if you search too
the misunderstandings and the walls between us
fall to the ground
perhaps the truth is that there is never truth
and this night I threw pride into the sea
on this wreckage hung on the waves
I'm searching for you
in this storm
I am your son
I become your father
we are not far
we are not far
Free from good free from evil
IÉm writing to you from a voyage
that takes me away from you forever
to tell you about a man
who needs to leave you in order to return
but we sailors
we are on the sea to never arrive
and where you are
in the street from the mouth
to my glass [?]
Free from good Free from evil
in the idea of an island
that makes us find only sea
I will always travel
but I will not be cured of you
And yet I miss you
while I watch the sun on the horizon
we sailors
every night prisoners of the stars
and you you will be
my death and my life together
Free from good Free from evil
in the idea of an island
that makes us find only sea
I will always travel
searching
Free from good Free from evil
Free... free
Tomorrow*
I fell in love with a melody [chant]
and then I got drunk on [inebriated by the] ocean
I rid my arms from my work [salary] and I went on
I left screens and delusions of pleasure behind
and I blinded a giant in truth's courts [tribunals]
I dreamed on myself inside a horse
and every wall fell down
I left you for an island, and that island was you