1. STAGIONE OSCURA

Quanti colori ha il mondo che per me
Non furuno che un unico tono basso, omogeneo,
Un'unica stagione brumosa mai scandita
Dal cader di una foglia, dal suono soave di vite
Che avvolgenti scivolano e guizzano
Stagliate contro il sole.


2. NOTHINGNESS

It's dark and I retire into myself,
My thought is taken away by the wind ...
It's a background music to the rhythm
Of the breaking waves, to breathing.

Why is this world so gloomy,
The dark labyrinth is consuming me,
No madness because I feel,
Nothingness, I feel you inside me.


3. MEDUSA

Avverto la tua presenza
Nel buio denso di terrore,
Sibili pianon, strisciante paura,
Sei vicina, adombri la mia mente,
I tuoi occhi ... cosa vedo ?
In pietra mi tramuto,
Se solo non avessi fissato il mio sguardo
In te misantropia,
Gorgogne incateni l'anima.


4. SPIRIT OF THE DEAD

Like a fast start is the sonorous wake,
A voice made of numberless voices.
I'm turning round, looking for you.
But your sound springs from inside.

You reality without essence,
Eternal fire and icy pallor.
Tell me where you are from,
Thou obscure inhabitants of dark.
Are you meloudious and bewithching
Or terrifying and deceptive ?


5. PROSERPINA

Lungi è la luce che in sù questo muro
Rifrange appena, un breve instante scorta
Del rio palazzo alla soprana porta.
Lungi quei fiori d'Enna, O lido oscuro,
Dal frutto tuo fatal che ormai m'è duro.
Lungi quel cielo dal tartareo manto
Che qui mi cuopre : e lungi ahi lungi ahi quanto
Le notti che saràn dai che furo.

Lungi da me mi sento ; e ognor sognando,
Cerco e riccerco, e resto ascoltatrice ;
E qualche cuore a qualche anima dice,
(Di cui mi giungi il suon da quando in quando,
Continuamente insieme sospirando,)-
"Oimè per te, Proserpina infelice !"


6. SPIRIT DANCE

And I'm breathing the air of lost land,
I travel in the true dimension.

Teduim is interrupted, i penetrate into
The light of revelation,
I meet the man and is sprit,
His art, his grace, true spiritual love.
The kidness of whom caressees a flower
With renewed enthusiasm.


7. THE LAND UNDER THE WAVES

Emptiness prevails
Over my mindn ...

I would deny myself, not think anything,
Cast my self in the void,
The wave, slipping fast into it,
Slipping and then maybe living again
In a meadow where there are
Serene people around ...

They love me and dance
Finally, there is a light.


8. PENELOPE

Fluid is the night which I pluge in,
Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon ...

I weave weft for dreams
Erasing them with reality,
I wait for Death
That will come from the dea.

I grow flowers watering them
With blood and I destroyed theme
With the look of someone who as seen
And knows to much,
They read a world in me,
In me they perceive the dream,
Roads of sea, houses of clouds,
I weave, and my thread is Death.


9. THE PURE NYMPH

The leaves grown dark
By the autumn wind fall
Cover the ground,
Cover your body,
The wrapping of your being
That hides and true ego.

The warm dew of your eyes flows,
Nothing is there to wait for her,
It gets lost in the void,
Nothing needs their torpor ...

Glitter in the sun
That passes through your body
And immerse it in candide dazzle,
The night is comming, the Orient is dancing,
Whirling in is veils, voluptuous dance
Wraps the world ...

... and the wood that contains you,
Oh my goddess. And all is mistery,
Possible enigma, incomprehensible fear.


10. THE GRAVE

Adonde voy ? El mas sombrio y triste
de los parantos cruza :
Valle de eternas nieves y de eternas
melancolicas brumas.
En donde esté una pidra solitaria
sin inscripcion alguna,
donde habite el olvido,
alli estera mi tumba


11. LOST IN REVERIE

(Instrumental)


12. SEPULCHRES

Y encontré mi illusion desvanecida
Y eterno e insaciable mi deseo :
Palpé la realidad y odié la vida.
Solo en la paz de los sepulcros creo.