Klimt 1918

Dopoguerra

Klimt 1918


City walls are coming down 
It's a brand new world's deep sound 
Sleeping under these remains 
And i guess i could be wrong 
Time ago all hope was gone 
Moving lips to breath that time 
No murder by the light of sun 
I've only come to see it shines 
Please let me take a bite of cloud 
Time for romantic view 
In the halflight were I stand 
Roma rises from the pink 
It's a slice of light that brings me hope 
Moving lips to breathe worm joy 
Silent wishful noise 
Though the dust red buildings kiss the sky 
And i know it's time to run, 
to forgive the burning rain 
'twist your head in wind', yeah someone says 
And i try to organize, 
all the tears I cried 
I have lived and mourned for aftermath 
Aftercare day 
Aftergame time 
Afterward cry 
Grey hairs on my head. 
See the time of youth is gone 
See the rage of past is vain 
Try to close your eyes and smile 
(Sleeping) under these remains