You came from the atrium of my heart carrying the keys of the sun tomorrow.
We'll make love and nothing will ever change.
Of this dream a noise remained, as if in a sea it shatters on black reefer, a black that can erase.
They say that the dream of a man is to have a day without sunset but tell me, how is it without love?
Yet dreams are the spawn of the heart created because of sorrow stripped of their reason for this sent to die.
Translation of Italian part:
You came from the atrium of my heart carrying the keys of the sun tomorrow. We'll make love and nothing will ever change. Of this dream a noise remained, as if in a sea it shatters on black reefer, a black that can erase. They say that the dream of a man is to have a day without sunset but tell me, how is it without love? Yet dreams are the spawn of the heart created because of sorrow stripped of their reason for this sent to die.