Lode All'inviolato
Battiato Franco
Praise to the Untouchable
We've weathered storms
and faced so many ancient trials
and a clear help from an invisible touch
of a guardian.
Worthy is the life of the one who's awake
but even more so of the one who becomes wise
and then rejoins His joy
let there be Praise, Praise to the Untouchable.
And how many useless roles have I played
me and my self, how many have I endured
barren is hell
sterile is its path.
How many miracles, designs, and inspirations...
And then the suffering that blinds you
in the falls lies the reason for His Absence
clouds can't obliterate the Sun
and Paganini knew it well
that the devil is left-handed and sly
and plays the violin.
