Sentimiento Nuevo
Franco Battiato
New Feeling
It's a new feeling
that makes my life high
the passion in the throat
the eros that becomes words.
Your strange inhibitions
do not belong to sex
the mythical desires of Libyan prostitutes
the sense of possession that was pre-Alexandrian
your voice like the chorus of Ulysses' sirens chains me
and it's beautiful to get lost in this spell.
it's beautiful to get lost in this spell
All the muscles of the body
ready for mating
in the Japan of geishas
they surrender to love.
Your strange inhibitions
that unleash pleasure
tantric Shivaism
with Dionysian style
the pornographic struggle of Greeks and Latins
your skin like an oasis in the desert still captivates me
and it's beautiful to get lost in this spell
it's beautiful to get lost in this spell
the mythical desires of Libyan prostitutes
the sense of possession that was pre-Alexandrian
your voice like the chorus of Ulysses' sirens chains me
and it's beautiful to get lost in this spell
it's beautiful to get lost in this spell.
