Fugitivo

FUGITIVE

The fugitive takes another path far from that hell
with his gaze alone reflects him like a mirror
the further he goes, the closer he finds himself
more than six hundred miles of road left to travel
maybe to the north he will find a place
where to bury one more memory
in the sea of Punta Mero, there I don't wait
at Punta Mero, at Punta...

Close your eyes and feel his shadow as he walks,
seeking the embrace of a net and a kiss of coral.

Take one more step, maybe he will manage to wake up
perhaps he will choose to kill, and without mercy (for there is no mercy)
the ghosts of his soul and say:
"goodbye... with this last flower I go,
just like her I am alone and her past doesn't return,
that's why I say goodbye to you,
don't look into my eyes and
save those red lips for a better occasion"

What was love is a hell,
how to kiss you like that,
it was just a casual gesture... fugitive!
turn back to die... don't look back...
look for the wind.

Take one more step, maybe he will manage to wake up
perhaps he will choose to kill, and without mercy (for there is no mercy)
the ghosts of his soul and say:
"goodbye... with this last flower I go,
just like her I am alone and her past doesn't return,
that's why I say goodbye to you,
don't look into my eyes and
save those red lips for a better occasion...
with the last flower... the last flower...
the last... with the last flower"
turn back to die... don't look back...
look for the wind.
turn back to die... don't look back...
look for the wind.