Order and confusion in the soul
Each try seems useless
We are two moments
You would have never thought yesterday
Of feeling naked until losing yourself
Between the plains of the silences and emptinesses
I'm here not to forget
There's no love that can't be changed
It's not peace, it's a revolution
A war of memories, like us
We are the time you can't stop
We are the sense beyond reason
The promise after the words
Because we'll never get lost when we're far
I'll move away
When appearances confuse us
The certainties also defend themselves
Between your closed arms
If the conjunctions stablish
That each way out is your escape
Tell me what is the sense in feeling afraid
Afraid...
I'm here not to forget
There's no love that can't be changed
It's not peace, it's a revolution
A war of memories, like us
We are the time you can't stop
We are the sense beyond reason
The promise after the words
Because we'll never get lost when we're far
I'll move away
You'll move away
I'll move away
Not to leave you...
And just tell me if the present in front of you is your life
And just tell me if in the heart there's the umpteenth wound
That only heals by half
The good1 doesn't scar it
We are the time you can't stop
We are the sense beyond reason
The promise after the words
Because we'll never get lost when we're far
I'll move away
You'll move away
I'll move away
Not to leave you
Anymore
Anymore...
1. 'Il bene' translates literally into 'the good', but I'm not satisfied with this...