Actually I am not really satisfied with this one, but I dunno, I thought that to throw it outta there would be better than keep it to myself.
We have to share the bad things
So I change in the full moon
And the world would bring me nothing
If everyday I had lunch by noon
The world is different
The Sahara's sand blow at Italy
And from here to here the comedy is what I feel
Oh changes and changes
Is what the autumm brings
But what brings the autumm?
The fire or the wind?
Depression, happiness or the thin
useless hope of the harpies?
Food! Food there is not!
Water is way too cold
And frozen and dirty and this...
What is this? Is this blood?
Where is life on a dead leaf?
What is life without a happy feet?
The steps of the death's dance
The dance of the newborn life
Where is life on a newborn who dies?
For the autumm will bring the hope
The hope of a tomorrow sun
And the sun will bring death
For the ones who wait the rain
And the rain will bring the mud
For the frogs and the snakes
who eat the frogs who fear the snakes
And the fear will bring the peace
Of staying home instead of drinking
By the moonlight shadow and in the streets
