You fixed yourself
in a very quiet religious silence
you fixed yourself
along the river and the songs for you
Future is coming slow
as thin transparent easy snow
We walk as lovers
selling words to our lies.
Crying, crying Rome
beautiful drone
Crying, crying Rome
on this ancient throne.
Fate on the walls
encrusted by time
here lives poor people
where does poverty live?
Future is coming slow
as a thin trasparent easy row
We walk as fuckers
trading words for our lies
Crying, crying Rome
beautiful drone
Crying, crying Rome
on this ancient throne
Crying, crying Rome
beautiful drone.
Crying, crying Rome
oh crying Rome.
Future is coming slow
transparent as easy snow
Future on trivial dusk
pointed on a long long row
Father, what's going on
mother, what's going on
brother waht's going on
oh sister, what's going on.
Your tomorrow isnt different than mine,
all we are doesnt wound desperate time
what I’m saying is not from here
it’s coming nearer for a deep deep place.
Crying Rome.
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