Entra l'antieroe dalla porta di una giornata, il mattutino. Si guarda intorno come se non ci fosse stato, anche se in fondo è qui da sempre; E'stanco, quella stanchezza di chi ha fatto poco, pensato tanto E guardando attentamente notiamo che viene cullato dalla sua ombra...e viceversa...
Every day is a birth, it (was) born to give a sense To what I always did... and nothing must ever change. Mother, you cradle me...or are you inside of me? Mother Madness, it's hard to understand If I'm still dreaming or if I've always been awake; I want to kidnap the instant of my thought, That only glimmer of reality, To not fear to deny myself with my contradictions. But most of all I'm crushed By the burden of having to look sincere, when I lie, And having to look sincere 'Cause every motion will be understood too much By who is sure to understand you And you are only in the same instant in which you start to comprehend Yourself
Mother madness, cradle me again... Mother madness, cradle me again...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
