Novembre - Dreams D'Azur
Original Version Promo Version 1. The dream of the old boats 5:57 1. The dream of the old boats 5:57 2. Novembre 6:45 2. Novembre 6:45 3. Nottetempo 4:14 3. Nottetempo 4:14 4. Let me hate 3:22 4. Let me hate 3:22 5. Sirens in filth 6:21 5. Sirens in filth 6:21 6. Swim seagull in the sky 8:06 6. Swim seagull in the sky 8:06 7. The music 4:06 7. The music 4:06 8. Marea (part 1, 2 & 3) 12:00 8. Marea (part 1, 2 & 3) 12:00 9. Old lighthouse tale 4:45 9. Old lighthouse tale 4:45 10. The white eyed 5:48 10. The white eyed 5:48 11. Neanderthal sands 4:18 11. Neanderthal sands 4:18 12. Christal 4:06 12. Christal 4:06 total time 69:48 total time 69:48
The dream of the old boats Running by the shiny shipway which flows thoughtlessly down the marine mirror of a ionic waterline There was a fresh breeze Strange peace Tranquillity And there was the Sun It was even able to warm me up No longer an enemy The sight passed by, as pictures running Playing tag to a sweet roundabout Then the mighty of a boat The art in its misery Its baroque shams Its gone inlays Its arcane ornaments Its lone gaze Its ancient memories Its wars lost Splendid As Venice has never been As the moon won't ever be Just like only is the sea It was a dream, just a dream 'Cause only in a dream there's fresh breeze The Sun can warm me up I wish I could dream it again! Novembre Here is it It brings the nothingness of tomorrow Here is it It brings the silver of another sorrow The last wave The very last wave And then it arrived Now unable to enchant these eyes Weakened by the desperation of a suicide The last sunshine And when finally hate shall bring us together And when all love gone bad will be at least turned to hate I'll rise again Nottetempo (Nighttime) Mille anni orson' Fantasie retrò Accadrà domani O può darsi mai Per mill'anni ancor Scriverò il tuo nom' Su spiagge del domani E in poesie del mai (A thousand years ago Retro fantasies It's gonna happen tomorrow Or never For a thousand years more I'll write your name On tomorrow's shores and in poems of the never) Let me hate As black prevails As blood invades As love congeals Let me hate Sirens in filth Bitterness blows in the heart Like chilly draughts in a hall Of a crystal castle Lost among clouds made of gold Those anxieting visions Images behind frozen windows Make my eyes bleed Ebony blood When the silver-grey fluid shall crack reality's walls Mixing with blood and filth as sirens swimming in pitch When the sweet arcades of these desperate our owns Trickle down upon the misery of this dead everyday life Like pitch on your wings Like a child lost in a war Like dark paint upon a shiny picture Like dirty sperm on a toy And when the new star will shine of it's own black And there will be nowhere to shelter Maybe they'll understand who we are What we'll always cry for!!! Swim seagull in the sky Speechless Unreal Drowning in an abyssal silence Slowly moving through this immensity I fly, swimming in this darkblue sky It's cold, I'm scarred and besides rust Even ice covers these doors God knows how I'd be awake now God knows how my eyes would tear now God knows how I wouldn't lose my way God knows how scared I am How the seagull would pass away The music Incomprehensible like life Unexplainable like infinity My lord our God An abstract entity the music is Inconceivable like life Immeasurable like infinity My god our lord It witnessed our beginning so the music is Annihilating, upsetting Mirror of joys and sorrows It lives outside reality's walls And we are its doors to our dimension It comes through our emotions It runs through our art And come out from our veins From our pains And so we use it right annihilate And so we use it right to upset Coming out from our pains From our veins Marea (Tide) part 1: Nostalgia / Its gaze E' come impazzire in un mare dorato Anguish at the everlasting waters we feel Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes It blinds us by its silence left a widower by a winter Which can never melt the icy salt of its waves And left orphans by warm snows we go insane At your ancient resigned gaze The golden swords of the sun can't even scratch Your intense mixture of silver and blue Which deified our ancestors Which witnessed science's temples Which carefully hides the island of the ancient future Which kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals Marea (Tide) part 3: Behind my window / My seas of South And now that the cold has returned Where's my window From which I used to dominate The world? My grey, bleak, azure world A world without no wars A world where I could even Fly Now I know love doesn't belong to these lands It flies free above all this I could see it from behind my window Bringing me that happiness which wet the eyes Where are my seas of south which wet the eyes now? Where is my window now that the cold has returned? Old lighthouse tale Life blows cold at my face now And I see it and I suffer it again A frame after the other A second after the other A guitar screams as I reach my last shore In front of me there's just a sea The immense sea of a last goodbye And behind me, emptiness Just the emptiness of a life I've tried, but I can't see nothing else No more romanticism in this waves No more poetry in the eternal hate Between the sea and the sky Hate, hate breeding the unreachability of the horizon I felt the fury of the centuries eating this rocks away I've seen the millennia sweeping away millions of mortals Dying still searching for the meaning of this striving in vain Striving just to disappear into the oblivion of an abyss These waves to infinity are calling me know And I'd never thought their call could ever be so irresistible I join them, I drown in them, I lust with them, I pass I pass away by them as I'm as one with them now The white eyed Naive blind eyes Childish white eyes The good child of the evil The mother came to her daughter Giving her a bit of herself A bit of her madness A bit of her blackness How many were we in the beginning And how many left? How many of us are still dying in you? And now the Sun... Again. Oh Sun! Give us dust Starvation Give us sweat Tears But kneeling, genuflected We silently pray to you To free her from her black mother Seagulls eat the eyes of the people Seagulls eat the eyes of the dead sailors You have taught us You have eaten my eyes mum Neanderthal sands Caught in the whirls of time Cold winds bring me to timeless shores Shattering, flowing down, grain by grain By the sandglasses of the past An innate memory An anxieting deja-vu The unconscious awareness Of the error we are The unconscious awareness Of the exception we are... In the universe We are alone! Christal Once she told me about a dog Which abandoned by its owner It died of melancholy Since then it was all a little bit clearer Lyrics in plain text format	Info Re-recorded album "Wish I Could Dream It Again"