Gavino Mariano Mura - The Ruins Of The Tower Of Babel

When I'm alone, I'll fall into
Antique Italian dreams, among
Thoughts made of marble, tears of paint
And ghosts mouthing rhymes

In churches built of human blood
I'll listen to God's harmony
And when I return, I'll tell
Everyone of my secret life

Who would really comprehend my words
Who would try to understand
Who I really am

For now, I'd better hold my tongue
And work on some new cryptic lines
While German songs and Indian chants
Try hard to overcome the noise

We all belong to it now, and to
The unbridled Irish wind
A frenzied oracle of hope that
Speaks in tongues and we can't see

Who would really comprehend his words
Who would try to understand
Who he really is

Who would really comprehend our words
Who would try to understand
Who we really are

A floating world would be enough
For me to face a sudden change
Although my poor, chaotic talk
Would force me to lie ceaselessly

Concealed behind the shadows
Of countless Japanese identities
I'd greet the darkness, kneel
And, lastly, enjoy my solitude

Written by:
Gavino Mura

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