"Down this road again and it feels like beneath
the dust of time
Down this road once again and it seems this will be until
the end of my time
Oh how I wish you were here
to make the sighs of despair disappear
Oh how I wish you could see
in spite of it all what you mean to me
Along this road once again
still it seems like it leads nowhere but away
Along this road once again
still it seems that it has been always this way
Oh how I wish you were here
to make the sighs of despair disappear
Oh how I wish you could see
in spite of it all what you mean to me
Scars are made to remind
And oh how these years have been long
while humming the notes of the dead man’s song
Oh how I wish they would fade
all of them wounds I know it’s too late
Scars are made to remind"
the dust of time
Down this road once again and it seems this will be until
the end of my time
Oh how I wish you were here
to make the sighs of despair disappear
Oh how I wish you could see
in spite of it all what you mean to me
Along this road once again
still it seems like it leads nowhere but away
Along this road once again
still it seems that it has been always this way
Oh how I wish you were here
to make the sighs of despair disappear
Oh how I wish you could see
in spite of it all what you mean to me
Scars are made to remind
And oh how these years have been long
while humming the notes of the dead man’s song
Oh how I wish they would fade
all of them wounds I know it’s too late
Scars are made to remind"
..e suona un po’ così...
Così come la confessione di chi ha visto troppo, e senza colpe nè rimorsi si riaggiusta la coscienza, rammendando sangue e carne.
Suona come il ruggito di un vecchio animale fiero di tutto quel che è stato, con lo sguardo intriso di tristezza per la consapevolezza che di macchie è pieno il suo cuore.
Suona come una voce che non c’è più ma che ancora si fa riconoscere, e graffia sempre lì, lì dove nulla è mai cambiato.
Non ho nulla da spiegare. Io lo so...e mi basta così.
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