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Wednesday, January 21 2004 @ 06:33 PM MST
Contributed by: sandro
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(Free translation from a beautiful song by pierangelo bertoli)
Yet it blows
Water gets foamy, sky gets smokey,
leper chemical destroys life in the rivers
birds barely flying, sick of death
the cold interest to life has shut the doors
A whole island found in the sea its tomb
the false progress decided to test a bomb
then rain that takes thirst away from the earth, that is alive
it brings it death instead, cause it's radioactive
Yet the wind still blows
sprays water to the boats' front
whispers songs among leaves
kisses the flowers, kisses them but don't pick them
One day money discovered the World War
gave its rotten sign to the beasty instinct
it killed, burnt, destroyed in a sad rosary
all the earth is wrapped on a black cloth
Soon, the hidden keys of new secrets
thus they can cover in mud even new planets
they'll pollute stars, war between suns
crimes against life, they call them mistakes
Yet the wind still blows
it sprays water to the boats' front
whispers songs among leaves
kisses the flowers, kisses them but don't pick them
Yet the wind still blows
caresses mountains' flanks
messes up women's hair
challenges birds on flying
Wind also kills thousand and technolgy will save them. Weigh on a hand, weigh on the other, take your decision, you're not a scale.
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