The king of the world - Franco Battiato
Funny how the roar of fighter planes once
out of tune with the rhythm of plants in the sun on the balconies ...
and then silence ... and then the distant thunder of the guns in cold ...
and radio signals in the code.
One day in heaven fires of Bengal ...
peace returned, but the King of the World Heart
holds us captive.
in white dresses wheel echoes of Sufi dancing ... In today's machine Japanese
meters of oxygen. More
becomes all unnecessary, and most believe it's true
end of the day and you do not need English. And back home on bicycles
life touched us
but the King of the World Heart
keeps us prisoner.
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