La Torre

Gladly I lead my soul to the sound of my ancient port
Among invisible notes of a jester's farce
Relaxed sound of a legitimate distorted song
From the exile of imagination
I wandered among people and lands that adopted me
And in exchange for a laugh and echoes of history
Along the roads of a forgotten wisdom
Of untamed hot nights of glory

Paladins of ancient dusty thrones with a new appearance
Enlisted by foolish preachers
In the pillory of charlatans there is no difference
Between clouds and illusions

Tamers of thanks but I can't live on fake jokes
I don't apologize but it's late, for my streets have another story waiting..
Because I can't stay inside the tower!

So I lead back to the heart away from that old port
Away where there's no place for a jester
Glad and firm on the balance of a resurrected fate
But far from illusion
If a bygone tomorrow will warn me
For an unstable circus in delirium of freedom
I follow the call of ancient glories
Along the forgotten path to ascend
Because I still have breath to start over!

Tamers of thanks but I can't live on fake jokes
I don't apologize but it's late, for my streets have another story waiting..
Because I can't stay inside the tower