This is my Home…
Category : Chiara , Memoria , Place , ricordo , Riflessioni , Stili di vita , Viaggio , Vivere
Dear friends from Australia…
I’m writing the text of this song just for you! I’d like you know him…He is an italian crazy singer and song writer…He is my favorite singer and song writer! His really crazy, energetic…deep and wise person who is singing since years..today is his birthday, he is 50 and I was listening my favorite song and during that I tryed to think that song in english and specially for you, friends from english class, I think that..you can enjoy and appreciate this song…I love it! He wrote a lot of songs with a deeo meanining..he is a kind of person that making everyone thinking…and…for me and Nico, in this period of our life this song is perfect..really perfect!
I hope you can like and enjoy it!
Have a good listening!
p.s. we miss you! :*
O Lord of the Universe
listen to this missing son
who lost the thread and does not know where
and who can not even talk to You anymore.
I have a Christ that hangs above my pillow
and a serene Buddha on the bedside table
I know by heart the Canticle of the Creatures
great respect for the many suras
of the Koran; I’ve got also a talisman
who gave it to me my African brother
and I know you from somewhere reveal yourself
you’re not only behind the closed skies
and human representations about You
sometimes I see You in everything there
and around the world through my ups and downs
like Tom Thumb and leave behind some stones on my feet
not to forget the road I have traveled up to here
and now where do you go now
It leaves for another city.
I want to go home THE HOUSE WHERE IS?
The house where I can stay
I want to go home THE HOUSE WHERE IS?
The house where I can rest in peace with You.
O Lord of travelers
listen to this child immersed in the colors
who believes that the light is always one
relaxing on things and paint
red to blue to yellow life
shades of endless variety
listen me, save me
and the path after dark enlighten
I’m here around the city
and I try hard to interpret reality
looking on the bright side of things
looking for you in dangerous areas
on the edge of what’s Convention
of what is conformism every moralism yeahhh
and the world looks like me in its contradictions
I mirror in situations
and then I ask you to reveal more in what I see
I know you hear me even though sometimes do not believe it
I want to go home THE HOUSE WHERE IS?
The house where I can stay
I want to go home THE HOUSE WHERE IS?
The house where I can rest in peace with you.
O Lord of the morning knocking on the eyelids when I wake up
I turn and I turn over my couch
and then I let the world inside me
and into the world by up to night
barriers boundaries fears locks
Customs gates and dark faces
I arrived here through a thousand crossings
the men of women of eyes and voices
the cock crowing and the city wakes up
and a thought flies down to my family
and then spreads to the whole world
and then flies high into the sky
the sun the moon and Mars and Jupiter
Saturn with its rings and then the stars new
and elderly full memory
that with their light made history
glory to all the energy that’s in the air
This is my home HOME WHERE IS?
the house where I can bring peace
I want to go home the HOME WHERE IS?
This is my home HOME WHERE IS?
the house where I can be at peace with You…