Inverno profondo

 

La punta del campanile 

nascosta nella nebbia 

affiora nel silenzio 

come un frate incappucciato. 

I primi germogli del grano 

spuntano dalla terra fradicia, 

e questa non-pioggia 

fa di ogni vetro uno specchio. 

La nebbia, intanto, 

rende la notte 

un pozzo smisurato, 

nell’inverno profondo 

dove lentamente 

precipitiamo.

Between snow and sun

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Please, leave me here 

between snow and sun 

warming up my heart 

without thinking of 

my decay 

 

I would die here 

between snow and sun 

stopping my sad heart 

turning the light off 

on my face 

 

There is still some snow on the field 

and the sun is high but is weak 

and the wind is blowing cold 

and the wind is blowing cold 

 

Need to stay outside as much as I can 

but it’s cold and I don’t like that 

while the wind is blowing cold 

yes the wind is blowing cold 

 

On the new wall 

between snow and sun 

over the old road I

 take note of 

this refrain 

 

There is still some snow on the field 

and the sun is high but is weak 

and the wind is blowing cold 

and the wind is blowing cold 

 

Need to stay outside as much as I can 

but it’s cold and I don’t like the 

while the wind is blowing cold 

yes the wind is blowing cold

I wait for the violets

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

I wait for the violets 

as my granny said 

they are the first flowers 

coming when the spring is not yet 

but it is only January 

and the snow is arriving 

while the sky is white or grey 

Then winter came 

with two snowy days 

and with this sense of helplessness 

I don’t know how to esc from this nightmare 

please God give a sign of your fire 

I wait for something 

that I don’t know yet 

maybe someone else or myself 

that I can become again 

and into this deep darkness 

I can sing to analyse if 

my voice is still the same I had 

The winter came 

with the holy days 

they’re twelve as we all know here 

I don’t know how to fight this woe 

what I know it is not enough to esc from 

I wait for the violets

Il fumo è il fuoco

 

Il fumo è il fuoco 

che incontra il cielo 

il respiro denso 

di anime stanche 

al termine insensato 

di quest’anno sadico 

che non vuol bruciare 

come legna bagnata 

e io disarmato 

senza più alcuna traccia 

di bellezza.

Natale è come un cappio

 

Natale è come un cappio 

colorato di assenza 

che si stringe al collo 

mentre la pioggia 

promette neve 

e una sola foglia rossa 

decora l’asfalto fradicio.

May the winter

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

May be the winter bring peace 

among all the nations 

may the winter polish 

the mess in this desolation 

and may the winter give things 

that make me a better person 

and may this winter believe 

in a world more handsome 

This gloom has devoured the sun 

no warmth no light for days there are 

into this darkness there is only the hope 

like a little candle I lit in the north 

I really hope to see again the sun 

this fog is coloured like the bones of heart 

into this darkness there is only the hope 

like a little candle I lit in the north 

May the solstice fix here 

a point a new lesson 

when the darkness also means 

the new light inception 

and please be gentle with me 

a prayer over the candle 

because all that I need 

is a new perception 

(of me) 

This gloom has devoured the sun 

no warmth no light for days there are 

into this darkness there is only the hope 

like a little candle I lit in the north 

I really hope to see again the sun 

this fog is coloured like the bones of heart 

into this darkness there is only the hope 

like a little candle I lit in the north

Winter solstice - Alban Arthan

Le ultime ore di caduta

 

Questa nebbia ossea 

non riesce ad entrare 

nella scatola casa 

di pietra antica 

fatta da mani grandi 

che mai ho conosciuto. 

Ne accarezza gli angoli 

la osserva silenziosa 

attraverso le finestre 

come occhi accessi 

invisibili al mondo 

puntini nel cosmo. 

Sono le ultime ore 

di caduta nel buio 

domani luna nuova 

e il giorno dopo 

la luce rinasce 

ancora una volta.