AREA - Arbeit Macht Frei

Luglio, agosto, settembre (nero) - July, August, (black) September

Playing with the World making it into pieces
children that the Sun already made old

it's not my fault if your reality
obliges me to make war to the cospiracy of silence.
discoloured people almost all equal each other
my rage reads on the newspapers.
Read in the history all my pain
you see my people who don't want to die.
When you see the World without having problems
look for essentiality into the things.
It's not my fault if your reality
obliges me to make WAR TO THE MANHOOD

Arbeit macht frei - Work makes free

In your miseries
you will recognise
the meaning
of an Arbeit Macht Frei.
dark economy
daily humility
always push you
towards Arbeit Macht Frei.
Knowledge
every time more and more
will make you see
what's Arbeit Macht Frei

Consapevolezza / Awareness

Le labbra del tempo / Leaps of time

250 kilometri da Smirne / 250 kilometres from Smyrne

L'abbattimento dello Zeppelin / The Pulling Down of the Zeppelin

They all say it's my fault
it was travelling into the sky swollen by the wind
it looked drunk of a great power.
A steel noise made it fall down
dropping into the mud with no style anymore.
They all say it's my fault
they all play with the deflated body
by the wind which is without memory
they all say it's my fault
the wind told me I will die.