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Goodbye

The days when I asked you to never leave me
'cause I was in need of you.
Think to don't be able to live without you
but now that I'm loosing you and
the memories are fading away,
I can tell you goodbye.
I'll keep our love
and those memories forever,
dreaming they'll come back
just one more time.
(Carmen De Rosas)

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Outside your door

I feel the thin border dispersing between
my 1000 ways to be.
I try to listen to the sounds
shaking me out
lifting my head to kiss a ray
of moonlight laying down clear
on the tip of the tongue.
I gaze at your words moving and
mingling along the panes and
ruffle them with the tip of my fingers.
Maybe every time you don't fancy it,
every time you can't,
every time your refusals taste the same
as a closure,
you could try to ask me to stay,
to never understand the bigness of
my desire.
Maybe every time you say
"I don't like it"
you should enjoy it as
it was the last dawn.
I hear your breath straining innocent on
the doors shuting out my need for you,
always faltering as
the little nights really spend under
the same sky.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Memorie di cristallo

Arcane illusioni
rievocano disfatte e lacrime.
Lascia che consoli
questo mio tramonto.
Forse è solo un'impossibile trafelata esistenza
e rivive in ardenti memorie.
Parole che danzano tra
amori condannati e smarriti,
privi di ombra e senza identità,
come la notte indolente che
il mio volto ha disperso,
ma le urla del tempo
più non posso capire.
Questa finzione và
come un vile apparente sorriso,
beffeggiato da crudeli quotidianità.
Troppo vicino al precipizio
pendono brillanti i tuoi sguardi,
che tanto ammirevoli esprimono
giochi di vanità.
(Claudio Contessa)

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Ever dead new waters

I think I'm looking for
too many things and wonder if
it's right to upset you
Finding all I need.
I think I have no right to do so and
to force you to stare sad at me
as you did not understand what I want.
I think it would be right
not binding you to me or
Fooling you so deeply.
You're the right person in
every dead new waters
never bringing nowhere,
but now I don't feel too much
to forget.
I'm afraid of feeling hysterical
as the only boredom make me feel,
a liar greedy for his own lies.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Babble

I knew it had finish this way,
without strength
trying to voice the
seriousness of my dullness.
I curled me up
like dust under a perturbing carpet
shrouded on my only original fate and
not willing
I lost control of my impure grantings,
Fibrillating near them in
an unconscious way.
Compressing the smelling sores of tongue
I wish I could collect my words in
a new order,
but it's hard to me to forget
clearly the venomous slithering
of my life.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Angeli in fiamme

Angeli in fiamme
dai veli bianchi di dolore,
puniti dallo spavento,
sono stati creati dalla mia immaginazione.
Sotto un cielo di vetro
il silenzio non ha colore
ma lo vedo già steso, è condannato
al più lussuoso e cadenzato sonno.
Attendo un nuovo giorno
privo di vita,
attendo un nuovo giorno
con ritmi di vendetta,
come riflettori che si accendono e
rulli di tamburi che annunciano
suoni spietati e duri
di questo triste giorno,
soffocato dalle mie lacrime.
(Claudio Contessa)

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In whisper

There have be a reason
I wrote you for a long time about my solitudes.
Only allow me to turn away
and play with the tears,
violet as dark horsehair.
Don't ask me why
I have to sink so low not looking at you.
I can't feel what the time put to sleep
under my heartbits
and don't think I like to lie under
oxidized ash.
There have be a reason
I wrote you for a long time about rainbow-coloured dreams
under isolated clouds.
Don't feel me like caked wax on your steps.
Try, try and I will feel like
rainbow-coloured ash
scattered on icy colours.
Try as the time you danced on the tip of my smile.
Try and forget all about I've been writing you.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Against the light

Do you think you did win?
After all it could be so
If you had be able to explain
Why I'm running at break-neck speed
toward the death.
I can pay your company,
I'm sure,
but may it be enough to fall together
staring backwards at the sky
never touching it?
I know you're looking in me
For borders I'm continuessly burning
so as you still wish me with challenge eyes.
Hide as well between flesh mask,
my lust of you will chase you in soap bubble
too hard to can fly.
This way will be all the times
I will not understand
the meaning of my goodbyes,
but I wish it.
.Goodbyes.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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. Somewhere under the sea

There is nothing else to do here
but continue to go round in circles
under slowly spreading depths.
The last exciting deceits have just mixed
with the mesh of lies,
dark as the perception of
poor soils sparing of other promises.
The scent of the flesh bring me back
to cut off ambitions and a dull brightness,
silent reproach to my worn-out chains.
My words recover their dash in
the doughiness of discovered longest nights,
scattered as unattended colours.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Rising Tide

Smell of rain tonight, while
the last drink goes down heavy
like mist.
I speak and feel you closer…
“Solitude”, I said,
this is like I feel
this is what I feel.
Why can’t I feel how
do you love me?
And the rain starts to fall down
on my old skin.
Sometimes I think of you like
never I might…
All is fallen behind, so
I push it back.
All is too old.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Doubt

Truth lost in time
does nothing to explain why my pain is,
thin and clear as doubt.
The sweetness of my silence is lengthening,
leaving me a short bitter taste.
Lost in time,
truth lost in time,
lost in time along the paths of
our deceits, transparent like
the sunset of my sadness.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Eternal Illusion

Listen to my lament.
Nothing. Everything ends.
For a moment I looked at the sky
and the clouds stopped dropping
tears on my face.
The time is over,
It can’t go back.
In the wind I hear to resound…
…Take away my tears.
Far the sound grows up
close your eyes,
I could see my eternal illusion.
I don’t want to go on
the silence is deep and
all is so too great and
I’m so little.
(Carmen De Rosas)

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Homecoming

Sounds pierce my ears.
Slow the music frees my passions and
the night comes with our
solitudes.
We neighbours cradle Our
solitude,
trying to forget the silence of
our hearts.
The night frost goes down deep in
my soul and I see
I’m at home again.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Waves of Loneliness

Just now I make out as
words could hurt and
it doesn’t matter who utter is you…
All I want is to feel
the old wounds bleed, stained by…
If only I had been able to be left,
I don’t look for my happiness in yours, now.
If your eyes could stop me
I, maybe, would stop
to forget everytime you embraced me
defeated…
Why should I take care of your blood,
as I know you would?
When all will be yellow
I’ll still smell that odour, sad like
the memory of our illusion and
cold like the end is and
it’ll be too late to look in me
for your happiness.
If only you had been able to be left,
you don’t look for your happiness in mine now.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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The Long Years

Amid the rotting ruins
red sand flows in
the silence of a moonscape in
the beam of an amber glow.
Rain, rain falls slowly,
the rain falls steady.
Rain on our ruins,
washing over a sharp pain and
flowing into brooks and
streams and rivers
overflowing like a solitary scream,
washing over lonely and calm plains,
then slowly sucked into
the desert of our vanity.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Velvet Moon

I buried uselessly that light in
the sky vastness…
Stone after stone to choke down its power.
The same light was aflame with
passion my every languid look for Short seconds and
lightened the heavy gloom of
my dull soul, among the stars,
through a window.
I threw up a carpet of
autumnal leafs, fresh and Scented petals of
purple roses To darken the bashfuler gleam.
The same light appeased and
look after my tormented sleep in
summer nights, cradling and caressing me with
velvet and fresh white hands.
I tried to catch this long and
golden-haired light in a plot ofv light and shade schemes,
painting in cold colours, while she was asleep,
the opal sky with mad and
desperate frieze of lies and with laced doodles of
resigned sadness.
Oh my lost sweet moon,
tomorrow one more second of your light voice,
of your ethereal song inebriates my breath
with your blow of jasmine in bloom,
drove by the salty breeze of
this enchanted night.
Laid your lips once again on mine and
raise my soul to you forever,
my moon, between sweet harp notes,
plucked from thin and angelic fingers.
All this night I want is
a velvet kiss of light from your lips.
(Gianluca Altamura)

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Dimenticàti

Ombra nascosta,
cieca e dannata,
chiusa in sé nella notte fiorita
schiava di un sogno eterno
e chiusa in una preghiera d’addio.
Brucia dentro
questa ultima ora,
smarrita nella tua falsa coscienza;
lucida, perversamente fredda,
trapassando una parte di me.
Canterò al cuore di un giorno sperduto
la sua catena, le sue ceneri
tra passate deserte stagioni d’amore
la sua catena, le sue ceneri.
Ricordi filtrati in istanti di vuoto,
confusi e rinati da un oscuro remoto.
(Claudio Contessa)

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Drowned…

Music and sex…
The face oppressed on
the marble floor, soft as…
Voices, voices.
Only voices…
It seems someone is dead,
leaving the acrid smell of
solitude.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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In the throat of the unbounded

I offer myself to you
as an hidden hand
between the folds of the night.
And the lights run always the same
on deformed tracks running
to the sea cutting
the vault of the night in
deep and painful galleries which
ready to swallow up us,
lifeless close again on our fate unknown
running along
the narrow tracks of life:
no light inside,
no light outside,
the night join again the night, which,
long since, buried the moon in
a cradle of clouds,
gloomy interposed to the image of
truth, abandoned in the
store-room of time
dripping acid on our tired eyes.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Silence

So, little father,
time has passed
ripping our ways.
Silence has scrambled up on
our hearts and dust has drove
in our souls by a cold and heavy wind.
Pain of death seems so far, unreal.....
So, little father,
time fades away and
death will fondle you,
sweet unknown.
Silence has scrambled up on
our hearts and dust has drove
in our souls by a cold and heavy wind.
Forever.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Polvere

Il tempo passa e la luna balla.
La terra piange ed il sole muore.
La sera non ha stelle e
il corpo diventa cenere,
scompare nell'universo ed
il giorno è diviso,
diviso in frammenti di polvere.
E un colpo di fulmine
illumina i volti nascosti dalle siepi ed
il giorno è diviso,
è diviso in frammenti di polvere.
(Claudio Contessa)

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Don't wake me up

In the end II feel so weak, tired...
I wish I cry and
I feel still more confused.
Like an acrobat
I'm going on between a
thousand truths.
In the end I wish I close my eyes
and dream on.
A thousand eyes
look at me
waiting for their truth.
Nobody certainty in me.
In the end I'm ready to trip out
many more days.
No-return,
far away lights are
wayting for me.
Far away lights are calling me.
Don't wake me up no more.
Don't wake me up no more.
Don't wake me up no more.
Don't wake me up.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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The submerged and the saved

Nothing changes,
nothing is fated to change.
Voices dead squeack in the wind...
Dead and empty
I crawl along the endless minutes which,
dumb, follow one other in
inexistent times.
Alone, soaked in the damp basin of
time, under a sky which jing flows,
always the same, breaking
against cold and millenary mountains,
dumb and eternal...
All flows im my veins in
a mysterious and programmed way,
which coolly wrap up myself,
grinding memories fell down and abandoned
in calm and sad nights.
All is broken as
dust abandoned to the wind,
holy and ancient son of
what doesn't exist no more.
Night, high and still night,
take with itself fragments of death,
hidden in an empty broken and falling moon.
And a feeling of
stillness capture me as jelly imprisons a
cracked and parched ground.
My lullaby sounds soft and
eternal, taking me in a
lifeless world without lights or stars.
Dead and empty,
empty and alone in an
high and still night, which
take with itself fragments of death
hidden in an empty broken and falling moon.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Eternal nights

Charmless rain
wrapped up in swinging lights
lost in the emptyness,
so far away....
And the night, frozen,
draws close to me dimming the
last lights of the morning in
a vital breath
caressing coolly my face
for a second
before open again the eyes on an
eternal night.
Twilight draws the first shadow of
the night, in a world out of time,
in a day hanging in the
lost and oppressed purity.
Memories stare at me
cold like a travelling constellation
lost in the infinite, while I look them
indifferent recognizing not me.
How many nights did I pass through
hung in the emptyness,
balanced on a carpet of stars,
breathing uncertain my
odourless and sharp fate?
How many nights have I pass through
looking sadly forgiven memories
cold and proud
staring at me like a
deploring dumb constellation
revolving me around?
Rain will fall on me,
like wet ash, to return
the whole to nothing.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Floating into nothing

Under a sky which ordered
glows and dies out,
nothing doesn't matter no more,
nothing doesn't matter,
and the water runs, runs on itself
foamy and dark,
embracing in deep whirlpools
fumbling for the remnants
in their womb
to defecate at the earth,
endless graveyard
dancing in the nothing, strangled by
a sky which ordered
glows and dies out...
But nothing doesn't matter no more,
nothing doesn't matter,
nothing does not...
nothing...
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Angel in the mirror

Pale the sunset,
slowly diing out in my heart.
Undefined, twisted, sad
the shapes of this dreamscape,
smothered by my tears.
In the mirror your eyes,
angel's eyes, dissolve like
burning brand the petrified ice of my soul.
Oh my dark angel,
now I can touch your face,
smell your perfume,
listen to the echo of your voice,
whisper secret words, which
like velvet waves break down on
the tips of toes and in silence,
on the sleep and the shadows of the night.
Hallo my moon, drawed with pastels,
rising and staring at me dubious and sweet,
plays your harp with the fingers of
the wind and lulls my tears,
looks at yourself in the mirror this night too
in my purple and alleviated tears
from the softened song.
Oh my sweet angel,
you can feel my despair sliping in the air,
drove by the wind.
Clasp my hands once again,
drink my betrayed tears.
In the mirror your eyes,
angel's eyes, dissolve like
burning brand the petrified ice of my soul.
(Gianluca Altamura)

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Secret world

Instrumental (Gianluca Altamura)

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Time fades away

All has gone by
And I effaced the emotion:
Memories thrown like images
From far away.
No sound, no face,
No smell….
Dimly lit rooms
That I will never see again.
All has gone by
And I could not hold it back,
I look at the sky
Thinking of the end.
I’d like to become a star
To stare at the world
With my veiled and cold eyes.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Wet ground

Where have you gone? So far away….
I’d like to be there too,
To rest my heart
So that from its wounds
Every drop is not lost forever.
I’d like to fall
In a deep deep sleep
And silently walk into your dreams,
Never to leave them again.
I’d like to cause you great pain to lick
Craving your wounds,
To feel the taste
And mix the essence inside of me.
Secret thoughts that no-one will ever know
Will continue to run
Confused and anxious in my mind,
While the desire will torment my body.
Tired and cold,
The cold of the wet ground.
(Carmen De Rosas)

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Morte a settembre

Silenziosa ti ha sopraffatta e
Ti ha portata via….via da me.
L’infinito sembrava appartenerci,
Nulla per noi era impossibile:
Insieme eravamo l’essenza
Ora sono solo
Ora tu sei sola….
Sento ancora il tuo delicato profumo.
Un profumo di loto che
Mi sconvolge i sensi,
Accarezzo il tuo viso immerso fra l’edera settembrina
Vellutato e candido come un tempo ma
Freddo e marmoreo come mai prima.
Conservi ancora il tuo dolce sorriso che
Silenzioso e lapideo
Si staglia sinuoso nel vento, accarezzando la gelida notte che
Lenta ed amara
Ci immerge fra le sue silenziose ali stellate,
Presto apparterrai a lei.
Bacio i tuoi aridi seni,
Le tue labbra di ghiaccio tagliente, io
Ti sto amando….ancora una volta,
L’ultima volta.
Brividi di irrassegnata passione percorrono il mio corpo
Come morbosa linfa, il mio calore
Si diffonde nelle tue membra,
Vorresti dirmelo ed
Io vorrei sentirlo sussurrare
Come un tempo, ricordi?
Vorrei fermare la notte,
Questa notte un tempo complice
Ora spietata nemica.
Essa si riflette danzante e ghignante nei tuoi occhi spenti,
Ti sta portando via….via da me!

(Gianluca Altamura)

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Weep of sadness

From the mist
They slowly come out,
Just lighted by a dim moon.
The ghosts of my soul
Wander dreadfully around my heart.
Weep of sadness
Break the silence.
Weep of sadness
Through the darkness.
Weep of sadness
Break the silence.
The murder is out.
Unfeeling fixed eyes
Come out from a dark marsh,
While mud-men wander around the shore.
They’re joining me
Through my fear.
Weep of sadness
Break the silence.
Weep of sadness
Through the darkness.
Weep of sadness
Break the silence.
The murder is out.
(Claudio Cinnella)

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Rivelazioni

La mia mente rimossa da
Questo luogo sconosciuto a noi
Mi concede a te, specchio a
Specchio fra i nostri corpi.
Più a nulla serviranno cenere e
Sanguinante poesia, più a nulla
Dirò con soffocante voce, mentre
Lacrima cristallina nasce e muore
Sotto i miei occhi.
Dietro queste acque insane
Desidero esserlo, voglio davvero
Essere parte di rivelazione.
Non più eco sperduta a
Sorte ma solo noia perfetta resa a
Te da irriverente lamento.
Una lunga attesa placata dal
Silenzio resta come impronta perenne,
Abbandonata innanzi al
Tuo vizioso altare.
(Claudio Contessa)

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Last agony

Instrumental

(Maria Teresa Ciervo)



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