NABABBO NATALE

MY CRUMB OF RESPECT

http://lapoesiaelospirito.wordpress.com/2008/12/12/nababbo-natale-e-inutile-sai-il-male-che-fa%e2%80%a6/#comment-54799

I am sitting in the dust/Just to fell to stay to ask/‘cause I’m wrong about it/‘cause I can’t forgive this.../I’m the one believing/the strange way I living/I’m the one uncompleted/searchin’ friends trough the cities

GOD DEFEND ME FROM MY FRIENDS
FROM MY ENEMIES I CAN DEFEND
MYSELF, MYSELF
GOD DEFEND ME
FROM MY FRIENDS FROM MY ENEMIES
I CAN DEFEND
MYSELF
[need]

MY CRUMB OF RESPECT

U never ask me: «How are you?»/I am a stone but I feel blue/I’ll never pray for an hug/you say there’s no touch.../It is so hard to find a lover/more then harder is to know/who’s your friend who’s not/destroying your best illusion

GOD DEFEND ME FROM MY FRIENDS
FROM MY ENEMIES I CAN DEFEND
MYSELF, MYSELF
GOD DEFEND ME
FROM MY FRIENDS FROM MY ENEMIES
I CAN DEFEND
MYSELF
[need]

a crumb of

[ da: hUSk, the Book Left, lyrics by Chiara Daino. And Dama laughs... ]