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I'm Taking You To Africa

I really would like
That you pass by here
In a little more than a moment
And that you bring with you
Not only the yours 'why'
I've already mine to sell
 
But you are in this way
First you say yes
But then you think to lose
Your truth
That is still all alone
Sitting in the balance
 
Surprise me a little bit
Betray all your 'but'
Don't keep believing
That philosophy is
Against poetry
But then you start from the soul
 
I've told to the wind
I'm taking you to Africa
I've told to it everything
What I don't know as well
I've told to the wind
I'm taking you to Africa
I've told to it everything
What I don't know as well
 
I really wpuld like
That you pass by here
In a little more than a moment
And that you recycle these
Concepts about Gods
Touching me on my intimate
 
I would like telling you
How it's getting dark
My clear horizon
If the sky above you
Suspends the clouds
That tarnish my credit
 
I've told to the wind
I'm taking you to Africa
I've told to it everything
What I don't know as well
I've told to the wind
I'm taking you to Africa
I've told to it everything
What I don't know as well
 
I've told to the wind
I'm taking you to Africa
I've told to it everything
What I don't know as well
I've told to the wind
I'm taking you to Africa
I've told to it everything
What I don't know as well
 

Summer Flower

It's goodbye.
Believe me or not, it's the truth.
I see you've cried.
You knew about it, since when?
 
Summer flower, now... it's over.
 
An enchanted night.
Stars that shine brightly with light.
I feel tired.
I don't want to say a word, you talk.
 
Summer flower, now... it's over.
 
Perhaps I dreamed you lived happily next to me,
always happy inside my arms.
I thought that for you it was enough to get here,
perhaps escaping from some shipwreck.
 
Oh la la la la la la la.
Oh la la la la la la la.
 
Pale fires.
We're two gipsies in winter.
The warm games
didn't last long
and the night took them away.
 
Summer flower, now... it's over.
 
Perhaps I dreamed you lived happily next to me,
always happy inside my arms.
I thought that for you it was enough to get here,
perhaps escaping from some shipwreck.
 
Oh la la la la la la la.
Oh la la la la la la la.
 
Close your eyes and you'll always be next to me,
always happy inside my arms.
And you'll think that you have got here again
perhaps escaping from some shipwreck.
 

The Rose of Winter

It is not a pain any longer.
It is fear or even more.
It is light and strange.
It is something that
pushes me into you,
softly.
 
It is not a perfume any longer.
It is not the wind, now it is you.
It leaves me no time.
It is something that
looks like you,
inside.
 
Thorn and poetry—
clear melancholy—
do not leave me again.
You are the rose of winter.
Now I know what you are for me.
 
It leaves me no time.
It is something that
looks like you,
inside.
 
Thorn and poetry—
clear melancholy—
do not leave me again.
You are the rose of winter.
Now I know what you are for me.
 
It is not a love any longer.
It is thinking of you as you are.
It is light and strange,
is something that—
(is something that)
pushes me into you—
(pushes me into you),
pushes me into you.