I don’t even know

 

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t even know, if I’ll have the time 

to learn from my soul, to understand my mind 

I don’t even know, if I’ll have the life 

enough to beget, joy out from the cries 

And I beg my God to be the rain on barren lands 

but I fool among all the false malleable hands 

 

I see around me, people have become 

someone different than who were before 

between the hammer and the anvil I 

ask to myself what I have to try 

if I have to accept the changes as a normal thing 

or if I've to ebb the invite to become someone else 

 

I'd be the fortress my fortress lifeline 

As this old house still standing in time 

My ancient tribes live here they wash away my fear 

 

This is a fortress my fortress to rise 

not only the walls but also inside 

I cannot rumbling I'm almost bursting 

 

I forgot my name, along reckless days 

during which I found many tears and blames 

I have been glorious and then full of shame 

fast as a rocket and then slow as snails 

I believed I had once written over my white bones 

all the sacred meanings and the true sense of my hopes 

 

I'd be the fortress my fortress lifeline 

As this old house still standing in time 

My ancient tribes live here they wash away my fear 

 

This is a fortress my fortress to rise 

not only the walls but also inside 

I cannot rumbling I'm almost bursting