Novembre Nostalgia Its Gaze
E' come impazzire in un mare dorato Anguish at the everlasting waters we feed Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes It blinds us by its silence left a widower by a winter Which can never melt the icy salt of its waves And left orphans by warm snows we go insane At your ancient resigned gaze The golden swords of the sun can't even scratch Your intense mixture of silver and blue Which deified our ancestors Which witnessed science's temples Which carefully hides the great lost island of the ancient future Which can kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals