Good morning man good morning Well, finally you're still here I thought you were dead yesterday But something had to be gone wrong. Good morning friend
Can't you see how it's a strange thing? This little little point at the top Of that big mountain where I live In a funny little house And when I come
Orologi dentro orologi ore clown, ore clown quale sara il significato della vita? Batte il tempo introducendo la festa danzante i problemi sono
Left, my hand, umbaba Right my hand, umbaba Left my arm umbaba Right my arm umbaba Left my ear, umbaba Right, my ear umbaba Right, I hear and Left, I
(lyrics by Paola Valandro) Sleeping young sailor while you're sailing on your pillow amid this bush of sea-weeds take a look at my blue scales. Down
(lyrics by Lorenzo Esposito Fornasari) Sari nao sari No meo no meo Mari seia mari seia Corco eta mera Nee crumri curc commo mamoil aja Kiricaram sees
(Heraclitus, 45th fragment) (da Eraclito, Frammento 45) I confini dell' Anima, per quanto tu vada, non potrai trovare, dovessi pure percorrere tutte
(lyrics by Lorenzo Esposito Fornasari) Oi AreS Sea tul maem se oam tul se olo mei um enlak lomeinam enlak lomeinam sam tek eta cosh Ta numb oi golomb
(lyrics by Lorenzo Esposito Fornasari) Sal oi shet umbaumbaba Rue oi shet umbaumbaba Sal oi laf umbaumbaba Rue oi laf umbaumba Sal oi koe umbaumbaba Rue
(lyrics by Lorenzo Esposito Fornasari) Tel olo fach tainai ju se jura teo freza moccer pioi pioi urlef oaetmal dap eta ileach dom oucantel va mer of ne
(lyrics by Lorenzo Esposito Fornasari) Ola mei sea' Amares com craza Nee oam sar Ou sinares samai Ble nee oam Uscim sciom mio' Rama soto tovie tovie
(testo tratto dal "Prometeo incatenato" di Eschilo) Esoras me hos ekdika paskho Esoras me hos ekdika paskho Thnetus g'epausa me proderkesthai moron To
C'era una volta un uomo di una certa eta; era stanco della crudelta, cosi decise di andarsene via E quando senti che in un paese Si cercavan cantanti
(lyrics by Paola Valandro) There was this woman She was a body with long red hair lying on the grass. It was a Sunday morning after the dark. And there
Once upon a time . . . an old man was tired of unkindness, so decided to run away and when he heard that far they was looking for singers he decided
(lyrics by Jimi Hendrix) You jump in front of my car when you, you know all the time Ninty miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive You tell me it's