La Terra, l'Emilia, la Luna

Madonna, how quiet it is tonight
Under a silver sky between the railway and the new mosque
From a car comes electronic music from North Africa
I'm looking for a center of gravity, at least momentarily
The Earth, Emilia, the Moon
You and me in an endless storm in South America

I'm like Germany or like Turkey or like Greece
Or like a night spent on the street or spent on webcam
I'm a mix of violence and hopes
I'm a noise of clashes and parties, of clashes and parties

Madonna, how quiet it is between the moon and northern Italy
Between a church, a castle, and a dirt road
From a car comes electronic music from Eastern Europe
I'm looking for a center of gravity, at least momentarily
The Earth, Emilia, the Moon
You and me in front of the monument of torn hearts
Just outside Krakow

Just give me what disorients me
A chant for those who sleep in cars
And may there be water for all those who, like you, go through deserts
For all those who have died as they lived
Happily, happily, happily above their means