Estate
Negramaro
Summer
on the edge
between saints and false gods
supported by
an unreasonable desire
for balance
and I remain here
on a razor's edge
drying
words
that today I wrote
and will never say
Don't you feel
I tremble as I sing
I hide
this stupid joy
when you look at me
Don't you feel
I tremble as I sing
it's the sign
of a summer
I wish would never end
on the edge
between all my wishes
I no longer feel
that unreasonable desire
for balance
that leaves me here
on a razor's edge
drawing
somersaults
that in mid-air
I will never do
Don't you feel
I tremble as I sing
I hide
this stupid joy
when you look at me
Don't you feel
I tremble as I sing
it's the sign
of a summer
I wish would never end
on the edge
between saints who
don't pay
and so much time
passes and you will pass
as you know
on the edge
and meanwhile
time passes and you never pass
Don't you feel
I tremble as I sing
I hide
this stupid joy
when you look at me
Don't you feel
I tremble as I sing
it's the sign
of a summer
I wish would never end
