Тексты песен «Novembre»

The water's flowing down the river of the memories of days without a sound The waters carry away the memories of days lost in the abyss of my dawn Back to your lonely eyes I'm remembering you wandering through empty...

A certain feeling assails Visions form to wonder why It still keeps fading Away to the stars The sanitarium is the night of the mind Hidden where no-one wants to know As nightside keeps saving your life With its...

Uncomfort within the improper feelings of this song I'd rather grey instead of marbled pearly skies Its imprint is alive like a post-war Stalingrad A sense of broken Atlantis capes alive Underside, underwater miles...

It flows out from inside It builds cities and fairytales Reachable from here through a stairway of dust But fail to restore The themes and rhymes and the frescoes half-lights And then smear'em with everlasting paint It...

And now that the cold has returned Where is my window From which I used to dominate The world My gray, black, azure world A world without no wars A world where I could even Fly Now I know love doesn't belong to these...

I can't say where you are Can't see where you are Can't stay in the Sun And I wonder, why am I even here right now Attending this slow parade Of massive figures and clouds And I'm going to kill you For you have slain my...

Slowly gliding down through the bottle that seems to have no end Sweet is the falling in those bubbles and colours When you leave nothing you care about behind When the state of mind is drowning and all the world is...

This is now, since and then and this is where we unendingly forever stand And then I saw your smile, the origin of the sun which cracks the stone of which we gods are made now that I saw your smile I'd step out from...

Once she told me about a dog Which abandoned by its owner It died of melancholy Since the it was all a little bit...

[Kate Bush Cover] I still dream of Orgonon. I wake up crying. You're making rain, And you're just in reach, When you and sleep escape me. You're like my yo-yo That glowed in the dark. What made it special Made it...

Scenery's far from the Sun Far from the dust Glide into dusk Cobalt of Match I see your eyes above the arch of your smile Lost in this nighttime through the daze of its dark I see your eyes lost in the quietness of...

I drown in the sound In a sterile atmosphere Down below the noise sphere In sterile cold blue steel Lifeless in time A caress of cold, a caress of cold The caress of a cold blue light lamp [solo: Massimiliano]...

Dream sweetest dreams aqualunae dreams Come with me up the stairs of the rainbow at the horizon made of drops of down don't worry,I'm just the guardian of your playground when the day has gone down But I'm closing...

More and more The rain lingers on War only was To bond us all Hell no, no war can paint this more sore The path is packed with bags of coal And bags of coal from some monstrous soul And no, no rain can clean this at...

Through the painting and the wite busts in the corridor of the fountain from a century I try to find you, I try The veil, the veil of the night descends heavy upon our school Where the music found shelter from the...

Andiam sopra ad aspettar Senti il circo arrivare? Tutti sopra per giocar Per la mano, e poi volare Between the flowers Amongst the grain I seek you now And far away it comes a train Don't ever want to miss a...

The shadow of the Earth Abyssing your lonely water-visage Giving us a breather from the yoke of the Star Before utter oppression restarts In a schism of major zones of remote dreams Where I own the empire You hand me...

This dreary darkened sky in which I float benumbed into my Enola-gay filled with ambitions failed and when it will collide with the towers of madness I'll fall off to the ground hope will flow out from my wounds some...

Si inizia un nuovo viaggio Di terra, aria, e mare E poi volare, sino a quasi il sole sfiorare [Translation:] (A new jurney begins, By earth, air and sea And then flying 'till almost caressing the sun) Issa oh, oh issa...

Lost in the storming of the north someone warm up his own beloved a feeble flower of the north No one can hear their sos but could someone ever care less, of those two flowers grown in frozen grass? She was brighter...