Il Male di Vivere | Memories | Our Future Is Painted Black
IL MALE DI VIVERE
Greyness
Low stare, mind and body separated
A vacuous walking
A self-moving casing,
Full of everything and nothing
Slow, the movements of the cinereous clouds
Oppressive and heavy, the pressure of the sky
Time flows, regardless of the life of everyone
Time flows fast outside me
He who hesitates is lost
He who hesitates is dead
Don’t slow down or they will approach
Don’t turn back or they will look inside you
Unbearable, the weight of the past
Excruciating, the grasp that wrings the stomach
Il male di vivere
ITALIANO:
Grigiore
Sguardo basso, mente e corpo separati
Un vacuo camminare
Un involucro che si muove da sé,
Pieno di tutto e niente
Lenti, i movimenti delle cineree nuvole
Greve e pesante, la pressione del cielo
Il tempo scorre, incurante della vita di ognuno
Il tempo scorre veloce, fuori di me
Chi si ferma è perduto
Chi si ferma è morto
Non rallentare o si avvicineranno
Non voltarti o ti guarderanno dentro
Insopportabile, il peso del passato
Straziante, la stretta che torce lo stomaco
Il male di vivere
MEMORIES
Why does the time pass and you remain? Why are you still tormenting me? All days and all nights, alone, you force me to sink in the depths of my thoughts, where lies what marked me most What thing is worse than the past that returns? Which punishment is heavier than turning back and become aware that what it has been will never come again? Memories like the waves of the sea, they shatter in my mind like the waves of the sea, they bring me something of the past like the waves of the sea, they recede and consume a part of me Illusory hopes, a castle made of them My refuge is between its walls built on the sand but the tide brings the truth with it and makes every certainty crumble Blow wind, blow! Sweep the sand that falls from my hands Bring it far away from me Let it stray in the air Those great emotions that I've felt now I grip in my hands They are soaked with my tears and their weight becomes impossible to bear Great is the sufferance, greater the nostalgia I loose the grip to not succumb and they slip between my fingers So sad So distant So present So intense Memories, so true Memories, so cruel In some moments I would stop to think I would fade away to not be found by them When every thought, good or bad, hurts Castaway in this stormy sea infested by ravenous maelstroms, they swallow and then spit me out to not give me the relief of death “All that remains to me is that image All that I lost is in that image I look at that portrait and I die” Memories like the waves of the sea, they shatter in my mind like the waves of the sea, they bring me something of the past like the waves of the sea, they recede and consume a part of me There will be a time when the dust will cover all with a grey veil There will be a day when the sand of time will jealously keep every secret And maybe that day I will cry at the thought that I forget Memories, so true Memories, so cruel
OUR FUTURE IS PAINTED BLACK
A destiny written from the day of our creation Born to spread destruction Disharmonious beings, a sort of interference Conflictual form of existence Spawned as spores Infiltrating in the core of nature Formed as sores Infesting the tissue of life The equilibrium of things upsets in front of his presence A parasite with million mouths, scourge of the planet: humans Longing for supremacy over the whole world Discordant to other life forms A cruel instinct leads to aggression Inborn hostile behaviour Tread the world Leaving a trail of ravage Consume the earth As a tumour devour its host Our doom is easily predicted Future of the next generations Is awful and plagued by death Painted by our own hands Black as the darkest night Evolved in part, the primordial impulse is still present inside Irrationality and conscience: a constant collision in the same mind The fracture inherited through the eras is getting worse as the time pass Maker of his own end, he follows a path in decline That crumbles behind him and every step he makes is closer to the edge Now open really your eyes man, it's not hard to see our future is painted black Black on the last page Painted with our ignorance Is this the prelude of extinction? Future has no more sense Our death has been confirmed Evolved in part, the primordial impulse is still present inside Irrationality and conscience: a constant collision in the same mind The fracture inherited through the eras is getting worse as the time pass Maker of his own end, he follows a path in decline That crumbles behind him and every step he makes is closer to the edge Now open really your eyes man, it's not hard to see our future is painted black
