The Baul *

Friday evening from here I see
The lights of the city
Without saying a word they offer
The sins never planned

I look still for all the knowledge
I need to understand
Where is my place in this maze
Of so weak believes

I hope the summer could bring 
Something just to freed 
Myself from all the chains 
I've around my feet 

Let penetrate the morning 
Into your head 
No night will steal the glory 
From your breath 

While the guru says 
Nothing really ends 

Be the Baul of your days 
Sing in your brain 
No matter what you face 
How much despair 

'Cause the guru says 
Nothing really ends 

You've your little piece of world
Said one person
That now is no more with us
But she's in my heart

Balance is the only secret
You've to discover
The way is it to decipher
Into your soul

I hope the summer could bring 
Something just to freed 
Myself from all the chains 
I've around my feet 

Let penetrate the morning 
Into your head 
No night will steal the glory 
From your breath 

While the guru says 
Nothing really ends 

Be the Baul of your days 
Sing in your brain 
No matter what you face 
How much despair 

'Cause the guru says 
Nothing really ends 

* I Baul sono cantori mistici ed estatici della cultura Indiana sia indu che musulmana.