21/03: THE WEATHER WAS AWFUL

as we run fast, this to be the last
of all our damned races against life,
the rain that's runnin down my beating body,
and the thunders
noises coming from the abyss of my own memory
cutting the face of this endless night,
and the morning to be golden signs
of the fact that you're mine.
as we run fast, the bleeding hands of my soul to hold you.
I'm sincere I don't need the air to be weak
cos I know that I'm the only one
to notice that it's full of ancient curses again. (curses again, curses again)
look at the stains marking the light of this day
as we run fast this to be the last of my pains.

as we stand by the way the clouds fly
had never bothered me so much so far
just like the things I thought I would've never told you
and the lightning
atoms blasting in the silence of our deserts
taking a photograph of this useless fright
and the evening to be peaceful signs
of the fact that you're mine.
as we run fast, the bleeding hands of my soul to hold you.
I'm sincere I don't need the air to be weak
cos I know that I'm the only one
to notice that it's full of ancient curses again. (curses again, curses again)
look at the stains marking the light of this day
as we run fast this to be the last of my pains.