Urlando Contro Il Cielo

As you see, I'm here: get on, they won't have us
Until this heart won't break
From rust, from blows or from age.

There's a warm night
And an old blues to play together,
in some place I'll pull over
and that will be our home, but
I think you deserve more
and in the meantime, here I am offering you to dance to it:
it's a song of at least a hundred years.

Screaming against the sky.

We wouldn't be stars but it's us,
with these days made of past hours
for a weekend and a non-existent future.
You can't always lose so let's play
Certain lights you can't turn off.
If it's purgatory, it's ours at least.

Screaming against the sky.

Ghosts on the A 14 highway.
From the windows passes the smell of sea, diesel,
shit, death, and life.
The pact is to hold each other tighter before losing each other.
Maybe they hear us up there.
It's a bit like spitting out the poison.

Screaming against the sky.