La Notte Di San Lorenzo

It was the night of San Lorenzo
A star fell, lighting up the lake
While a goodbye killed a dream
Softly I played

Sitting between the stone and the pine
Like a sweet little desert
Made of dunes and memories
Darkness revealed

I saw lights being born and dying
In the gentle wind of the hills
I closed my eyes in the morning
Sleeping on the edge

The tightrope walkers are wild cards
They only dream of desires
On their journey, they take sharp turns
Without a care

It was the night of San Lorenzo
Filled with Atlantic illusions
And peaceful discoveries
In deserted streets

I repainted the lost horizons
Leaving clear traces everywhere
Of this shining darkness
I want to sing

I saw lights being born and dying
In the gentle wind of the hills
I closed my eyes in the morning
Sleeping on the edge

The tightrope walkers are wild cards
They only dream of desires
On their journey, they take sharp turns
Without a care