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if we went all the way up there, if we rose up
you would see that the world is beautiful, beautiful
if we were going to hunt for an echo that heals sorrows and fears
maybe you would find the words? the words beyond deceitful appearances
behind our masks of circumstances, under our masks sewn with hope
hidden are the cracks from childhood, from childhood
like nothing, we're not bad up there, we drop to the stars up there
we forget our certainties, we cherish loneliness
to make a stopover high up there, to feed the calm up there
we no longer play tricks, and we finally know why we exist
come on!
if we went all the way up there, to better absorb the colors
could we silence our ego?
to disentangle the true from the false, to seek the best in us
free as the hearts of birds, up there
beyond false appearances, in our teenage pebbles
under our masks tinted with carelessness
are the wounds of childhood sleeeping? from childhood
like nothing, we're not bad up there, we taste the stars up there
we forget our certainties, we cherish loneliness
to make a stopover high up there, to feed the calm up there
we no longer play tricks, we finally know why we resist
come on!
if we went all the way up there, to better adorn ourselves with softness
you would see everything with new eyes
if we took out our brushes, to draw the heart by hand
the contours of our ideals, up there
beyond foolish appearances, in the wake of existence
under our masks sewn with hope, we treat burns from childhood, from childhood
like nothing, we're not bad up there, we taste the stars up there
we forget our certainties, we cherish loneliness
to make a stopover high up there, to feed the calm up there
we no longer play tricks, and we know why we exist
free, we're not bad up there, we drop to the stars up there
we forget our certainties, we cherish loneliness
to make a stopover high up there, to drop the veil up there
we no longer play tricks, and finally we know why we resist
come on!

intro | SENTITO, from the italian

piratecore the PSL.

inspiration | tout là-haut

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fic | at first

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fic | the first and the last