[Part 1 - Nostalgia / Its Gaze]
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E' come impazzire in un mare dorato
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Anguish at the everlasting waters we feel
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Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes
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It blinds by us by its silence left a widower by a winter
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Which can never melt the icy salt of its waves
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And left orphans by warm snows we go insane
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At your ancient resigned gaze
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The golden swords of the sun can't even scratch
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Your intense mixture of silver and blue
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Which deified our ancestors
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Which witnessed science's temples
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Which carefully hides the island of the ancient future
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Which kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals
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[Solo: Massimiliano]
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[Part 3 - Behind my Window / My Seas of South]
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And now that the cold has returned
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Where's my window
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From which I used to dominate
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The world?
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My grey, bleak, azure world
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A world without no wars
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A world where I could even fly
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Now I know live doesn't belong to these lands
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It flies free above all this
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I could see it from behind my window
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Bringing me that happiness which wet the eyes
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Where are my seas of south which wet the eyes now?
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Where is my window now that the cold has returned?
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[Solo: Carmelo]
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Marea (Part 1,2,3)
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| Novembre |
