Treni di passaggio

Passing trains


On the road to work

From home……

A day...one of many

Lined in a calendar.


The first lights

Go and disperse

The silence, that looks like

Resting on the pavement.


I worked hard

To find my role and my part

I also dreamt

Dreaming pained me too much.


I always fought

To not lose and disperse myself

But always being wrong

Without realizing that

time was sliding.


A new day,

it’s always like that

today won’t divide

all our being and what we invented,

with worries or pain,

it’s doesn’t matter.

But we live, it’ s sure

There’s nothing to dream

I’m running fast, there’s a train waiting for.....

The Simple Solution

Cronaca persa

LOST CHRONICLE


  1. a) “you won’t be back”


you won’t be back

an obsessive voice says...repeating..

like a scream, a pain.....


“and won’t be there”

in the nights of June

to take a fancy to eyes and colours

and music, oh no, you won’t go back


in those days experienced or stolen,

after defeats or victories,

wasted in restless an never done battles...

after mumbling words


“you won’t be back”

but there’s still an image

a sound, a smell of firewood....



“and won’t be back”

and for ever, for an instant,

an eternal second, a lifetime:

I won’t go away, I won’t go away.


And I’ll be always hanging on emptiness

Among pine branches, hide in the cut hay

In a meadow of flowers

In an afternoon which daesn’t know

and doesn’t want to finish

b) rain theme


look over there

the rain stopped,

a breathe raise,

a fog blowing;

from wet meadow

catching a cloud

and flying towards another destiny.

.........................................

Leaving us,

Both amazed,

Looking at the sky

Which takes our dreams far away;

It’ the eternal illusion

Of a lost day flying away

Towards another destiny

.........................................

It’s late

We are walking fast

This night is warm

Like rising summer;

Don’t be afraid, we are close

In a rising day which is

Flying away towards another destiny.

c) music and summer


Summer time

Can you hear the tune?

It’s rising among thorn bushes and

Dancing among flowers,

Then it will come.....


Can you hear the Summer?

It’s rising with the day,

passing among the winds,

Then, it will stay......


Flying between stone walks and streams

Flying away bushes, flying in the hair

And I’ll  never lose it!

And I’ll never forget it!


Can you hear the tune?


Can you hear the tune?

It comes from far, it plays with us,

It won’t go away,


Can you  hear the Summer....

d) The bridge


These days are coming to an end

All seems to vanish

This rain never wets....


And Autumn needs

To show itself to treesand

closes this age for ever

......................................

They are running on the still

Stream shores

Ther’s not a bridge receiving them


And they got througt those looks

Further and further now

Until when they will be appeased

e) you won’t be back (repeat)


“you won’t be back”

and I throw into the fire

an image that hardly returns


“and won’t be there”

when I lift up the mirror

to look at that stranger who must

stifle only my eyes, so I won’t be back


but the good luck wanted to leave

a sheet, a pen, a foggy day

and cut hay and flowered meadow

in an afternoon which doesn’t know

and doesn’t want to finish.

  1. f)Once again


for the last time, once again, only,

I don’t want to ask for more

The last look

Stolen, as usual,

From a pavement to another,

only a short “Hallo”!



Well, come what may,

It means, days going on and you don’t think

About, never more

I stay, as always, on a windowsill

Looking far, as if it still exists


For the last time, once again,

It’s impossible to think to obtein more

The last hug

Ended downstairs

To stroke impudently

Life, that will be, for the last time


And then, come what may,

For changing things,you must to change

And I stay on a windowsill

Looking far, but the end is already here

But...once again...the last time...

La soluzione semplice

THE SIMPLE SOLUTION


You turn your back on me

But I’m behind you

Beat your time and don’t stop

About my next move.


It won’t be me

To want the simple solution

From you

It won’t be you

To search with me, all the answeres

To that noone asked us.


You are risking and maybe

You’ve never done it

So close to happiness

On the edge of a big chasm


It won’t be me

To want the simple solution

From you

It won’y be you

To search with me, all the answeres

To that noone asked us.

Il vento di Nauders

NAUDERS WIND


....and then he woke up

in the cold lap

of a white snow bed

a short way away.


As dazed with something

You can’t remember

A passage, a strange image

The more you run away

The more it follows you.


And he takes his instruments

The night has just began

They are waiting,

There‘re many of them

Coming from the valleys,

Here for listening to you

You can start,

Play!


“for some days, overthere,from the border,

the winds broke up the road and the paths,

a breath winds the old houses

and softly shakes few cars

it’s as if I’ve never been here”


“I know sounds and colours too

the wood and autumn rising smells

girls’ eyes, the strong taste

of their smile.....

but as if I’ve never been here”




And he takes his instruments

The night has just began

They are waiting,

There‘re many of them

Coming from the valleys,

Here for listening to you

You can start,

Play!



And then he woke up

in the cold lap

of a white snow bed

a short way away.


From his shelter, towards a new day,

He doesn’t know yet that

Life was just beginning

That life which was picking him

once again.

thanks to Teresa Stea for translation

in memory of Davide and Alessandro

We are very happy and a little excited to present this new record, the sixth of our history which comes 13 years after "Hotel Brun". During all this time we have been engaged  with different things, musical, private, and  in 2008 when, finding himself playing our old songs, we realized it was time to take another walk "along the path stone " for which we walked more than 25 years ago. And the birth of the new songs took place in a few months, so completely spontaneous, like everything that we know must be done and and we do it ....

We worked hard on this a bit 'at a time, night after night, in our home studies, after trying the overall performance together in the rehearsal room. The end result we believe makes good spirit and a little craft 'naiff which is our footprint. We like to model the songs, give them their full meaning, both in the construction of music that in the lyrics, never make a good pass to sublimate and enchant on this, our perfect song comes from the knot of many simple parts, in two words ... ... we love... the simple solution.

Loris Furlan (which publish this disc in the promising series “Dischi della Locanda del Vento” by Lizard Records) gave us confidence and has given us the serenity, passion and enthusiasm we need to face, after so many years , the opinion of the audience, overcoming the anxieties and fears that our return could be branded as just another zombies renaissance, although this view is usually accompanied by popular bands and not for the little stories like ours. We just wanted to make this record because we felt able to tell something of interest to all those who had already met our previous production. Nothing more and nothing else. Good listen to everybody.....

Lyrics: Paolo Nannetti