Ella (feat. Canserbero)

Canserbero:
We see eyes, we don't know tears
I'm afraid we are drifting boats
and without a paddle let's talk.
This night belongs to her.
Even the most beautiful song
Is small for that maiden
Taceturn star.

Mala:
And it's not what we leave behind
After all
How much remains?
Time is ridiculous
Relative, fickle
What do we measure?
What do we leave on the sidewalk?
Steps describing the ordinary
Insisting with the same, confessing
Confirming the mysteries, the spheres
Watching the game in the smoke of a candle
Suspend because she doesn't study, doesn't want to wait
There's much to see now, do you want more?
The definition is high
Why stop making sense before finishing?

Everything changes maids in the brothel
Lost like bullets from babel
I guess there's no price left to learn
I just have to count two, three

Children fighting in school
Since no one asks, it's known
What will become of her?
Children fighting in school
Since no one asks, it's known
What will become of her?

Canserbero:
The girl doesn't care
about government problems
she doesn't quite understand what that is
from heaven or hell
she knows about war except that it terrifies her
Still she feels like the saddest girl on earth

Mala:
I'm thirsty, the mute doesn't give me a drink
the world is a cockfight
tall buildings, anyone who flies high sees it
but knows that winning or losing matters little

Canserbero:
The girl starts crying without knowing why
she doesn't understand faith well, but she asks
God to stop the unjust suffering
when it's the punishment, of the little girl
for being born she feels remorse

Mala:
Everything changes maids in the brothel
Lost like bullets from babel
I guess there's no price left to learn
I just have to count two, three

Children fighting in school
Since no one asks, it's known
What will become of her?
Children fighting in school
Since no one asks, it's known
What will become of her?

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