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What love is

The happy or the bored
may ask what love is -
but it doesn't have descriptiveness.
Its qualities are wordless.
 
You feel it secretly and slowly.
It's there and you don't realise
it's living in your heart.
 
A flower may be plucked,
a pearl or cloth of gold
be snatched and fought over.
The caged bird sings its heart out
and if you freed it, it would also sing
far from you and everyone.
 
Love is not flower
nor pearl
nor caged bird
but a formless dweller in the heart.
 
That's what love is:
less than happiness.
 
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New Years

You'll have many of them, all summer long,
You'll kiss many of them, take care of your body.
At midnight I'll be there making love to you
At midnight make a wish, I'm your Santa Claus
 
That's what New Years are coming for
New Years, at the right time for the two of us
 
You'll have many of them, you'll be playing with them,
You'll kiss many of them, don't give yourself to them all,
At midnight I'll be there making love to you
At midnight make a wish, I'm your Santa Claus
 
That's what New Years are coming for
New Years, at the right time for the two of us
 

I’m a General

I’m a general and I brag about it,
I’m a general and I’m glad;
it’s me the one who defends you
in war and in peace,
I don’t know from what,
but… but…
 
I’m a general and I brag about it,
I’m a general and I’m glad;
I have the allure that is so appreciated,
orbace suited me well too,1
my style is partly elitist and partly martial,
my cap has a Greek fret on it, I have jejunal hernia.
 
‹Why jejunal hernia? Why jejunal hernia, huh, why?›
«Uh, because I have too many worries, you know. Oh, away with you.»
 
I’m a general and I brag about it,
I’m a general and I’m glad;
a sergeant is nothing,
a captain is just a dwarf,
a colonel is a laughing stock,
compared to me.
 
I’m a general and I brag about it,
I’m a general and I’m glad;
I have an enigmatic eye,
and even if I’m short,
my style is partly elitist and partly martial;
if my butt is low, I am a great general.
 
  • 1. is a typical Sardinian woollen fabric.
    It was also used for the uniforms of {Black shirts} (the fascist militia).
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Naples is a song

They want to move Naples
To which country I don't know,
Billionaires who consume money,
Lots of them are here.
One day, there,
It will be revealed
That Posillipo is displaced.
But the Vesuvius? Try to find it!
 
But to move it,
They don't know yet how to do it.
No, nothing turns out
To move Naples from where it's situated now.
Yes, there are many projects
But who makes them
Can do nothing.
Everybody wants Naples,
But no one can move it.
 
Someone wants to move it to America,
Someone wants to move it to Japan,
But Europe is reasonable,
It says: 'Let it stay with me!'
Then to Germany?
To France or to England?
Another war can begin
To decide which country must have it.
 
But to move it,
They don't know yet how to do it.
No, nothing turns out
To move Naples from where it's situated now.
Yes, there are many projects
But who makes them
Can do nothing.
Everybody wants Naples,
But no one can move it.
 
How many engineers come here!
But what projects do they make?
They come and go away,
But they go away to come back.
Someone wants to pull it by a winch,
To extract it fully.
Someone wants to divide it somehow,
Piece by piece, and then unite it again.
 
But to move it,
Now it's me who advise them how to do it.
No, nothing turns out,
But the way is easy for who wants to do it:
When any beautiful song
With all the passion
One can sing,
Across all the world
One can transfer Naples in the heart.
 
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Fallen

'All is calm, all is bright'
Whispers the angel, not long before falling down to the ground.
I then gently devour you whole;
It's my guilty..!
 
As I open up my eyes,
The last thing I know,
I'm on this dim blue concrete.
Coldly,
Call my name and give me a kiss
Then take me in your embrace,
With this empty shell of a body of yours.
 
This life you hurled out of your throat,
Still takes on a shape of some sort.
I catch a glimpse of brilliant red eternity,
And it bursts into song right next to me.
What was I born for?
Hey, spare me some love.
'Cause I'm not letting go of you.
 
Hello mmmmmyyyyy name iiiiiiiisssss--
 
I take a sip, but it never quenches
This burning thirst inside.
These hands of mine poke fun at me,
Staining me in scarlet-red.
 
Before long,
I was immune to all sounds.
So I erased the sound of my breathing,
Upon the sight of your teary eyes.
Call my name and give me a kiss
Can I still bring you back,
When even the scent of blood left your body?
 
I crushed this peeled off glass,
And swallowed it, dripping down.
I catch a glimpse of brilliant eternity,
And it bursts into song right next to me.
What was I born for?
Hey, does that mean you'll love me?
 
The more it calls out to me,
I give in
To my responsive instincts.
Call my name and give me a kiss
Then take me in your embrace,
With this empty shell of a body of yours.
 
Love me 'till I'm nothing but fragments.
This life you hurled out of your throat,
Still takes on a shape of some sort.
I catch a glimpse of brilliant red eternity,
And it bursts into song right next to me.
What was I born for?
Hey, keep on loving me
'Till I'm satisfied.
'Till
There's nothing left of me.