Lampedusa
Luca Argel
Lampedusa
Wind on the sail
Hand on the oar, salt eating away at the metal
Sun fading my sight
Breath, song, scream
Endless roar of no one
Hide me, cover me
Take me and bring me back from beyond
Go, body that trembles
Oh, curves of the helm
We tie up the ends
Light soaking the deck
Gentle, deep, cold
Heading towards the highest reefs
Bring my dream, world
Endless mother of this peace
How many eyes watch you, and you slip
From the hands that try to grab you
You have no door or window
With which they can shut you in
Oh sea, oh open sea
Sail, sail, on the open sea