This pretty white city
On the other side of the country
Will no longer be
Available to me
I saw heaven move
Said “This is the End”
Because I was tired
of all that portend.
And any time you need
me
Call
I’ll be at the other
end
Waiting
at the final hall.
Questa bella città bianca
all’ altro capo del paese
non mi sarà più accessibile.
Ho visto il cielo muoversi
e detto: “E’ la fine”
perchè ero stufo
di tutti quei presagi
e ogni volta che avrai bisogno di
me
telefona
sarò all’altro
capo
in attesa
presso il muro definitivo.
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