La maschera d'un tratto fu una pietra
La terra era ormai fredda sotto ai piedi
e i resti di un amore decomposto
marcivano di pioggia fango e brina.
Tra noi non ci dovemmo dire nulla:
era il momento che già rinsecchite
cadono le illusioni come foglie.
15.X.2011
(Quel giorno l'autunno sapeva di Autunno, sù a Milano...)
We haven't spoken in months
You see i've been counting the days
I dream of such humanities, such insanities
I'm lost like a kid and i'm maze
But i've never taken your coats
Haven't no block on my phone
I act like an addict, i just got to have it
I never can leave it alone
Old habits die hard
Old soldiers just fade away
Old habits die hard
Harder than November rain...
(...)
Old habits die hard
Hard enough to feel the pain
You see i've been counting the days
I dream of such humanities, such insanities
I'm lost like a kid and i'm maze
But i've never taken your coats
Haven't no block on my phone
I act like an addict, i just got to have it
I never can leave it alone
Old habits die hard
Old soldiers just fade away
Old habits die hard
Harder than November rain...
(...)
Old habits die hard
Hard enough to feel the pain