gli occhi, e lasciar andare il respiro Per sempre Dentro di me Come sei stata sempre Come non sei stata mai Diecimila granelli di sabbia cadono dai
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed There's a dyin' voice within
(By Buck Maxwell - Ruth Maxwell - Rosella Larue) One, one, one grain of sand One, one, one grain of sand. Just one little grain of sand Can change your
(Bob Dylan) In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed There's a dyin
O.K. mec c'est quoi tes ambitions ? On s'en cogne ! avoir du fric pour le depenser chez ceux qui te controlent On est des b?ufs cherche pas, on peut
Ti voglio cullare cullare posandoti sull'onda del mare del mare legandoti a un granello di sabbia cosi' tu, nella nebbia piu' fuggir non potrai
An inhuman in our eyes, a failure The mistake in the working clockwork, fullfilling our thoughts Isolated from the decaying outside, he's the one who
Coro No, no somos nada Solamente un grano de arena (X2) Todo tiene un principio y un final La estructura de la vida el ciclo fundamental Asi como
vuoi fuggire ma sola al buio tu poi mi chiamerai. Ti voglio cullare, cullare posandoti su un'onda del mare, del mare legandoti a un granello di sabbia
I've fought for long and I've promised to learn not to live connected with you drugging the world So you're in control deciding our future before we
J'traverse un desert humide a la recherche d'un grain de sable & je me sens poids qui veut devenir plume & je me sens larme qui veut devenir dune & je
Moi qui ne suis qu'un tout petit grain de sable, Il m'arrive d'imaginer que je suis grand, Que je suis capable D'etre formidable, D'avancer a pas de
"I think that if the Devil does not exist, and has therefore been created by man, then man has created him in his own likeness and image" [Ivan Karamazov
Another day passes by. Another attempt at love. Remains unrequited. Why do I even bother? I should have learned from the past. I am but a statue. Impervious
Yeah when I came to you were standing by the foot of the bed, I was still hung over, and my eyes were bloodshot and red, Did you think that things were
