Still one thousand years at the world,
what such a good lie you're my soul
and how good's my time, what a good company.
Seasons' songs,
safe souls in the earth and in the sea.
They've been furious days,
without any love's acts.
Without wind's calm,
only passages and passages,
time's passages,
neverending hours like constellations and waves.
Ruthless like memory's eyes,
there's another memory but it isn't enough yet.
Faded things, faces and then the future,
next dates with pretty and wicked lovers.
they'll be clashes,
they'll be hunts with dogs and boars,
they'll be some run-ups, bites and breathlessness for one thousand years,
one thousand years at the world, still a thousand years.
What such a good lie you're my soul,
and how great's my time, what a good company!
I've spied on myself, deceiving myself, failing
and aborting the sons like dreams.
I've watched myself as I was cryin' at a snow's mirror,
I've seen myself while I was smilin',
I've seen myself back-to-back as I was leavin' to,
I say to you goodbye from tomorrow's countries.
They're visions of farmer souls,
on the fly around the world.
One thousand years at the world, still a thousand years.
what such a good lie you're my soul!
and how great's this time, what loneliness!
what a good company!