WITCHED RAIN

  I was born in a steel breezeAnd a sickle shaped moon was my beltI was born in a steel breezeAnd nobody can guess what I feltAs a rain tear crying down I rode this wind just to the groundSo I grew up in a nowhereWhere the stones were the only rough flowersYeah in the middle of nowhereWith no sisters, no friends and no brothersAnd I was nothing more than a little sand grainAll I had on my side was just my brainOnce I had a mommyShe was so fragrant, so sweet and so scaredOoh once had a mommyShe told me want you be my little bird?So I said mother stand me by, watch over my dreams and sing me a lullabyAnd so time goes by confusing away your sweet trembling mindYeah time goes by blowing on me the scent of those days:Wooden dogs, panda shirts, coldest hands…Now you need my love and I will stayI’m just like a witched rainPouring my tears over the living’s hellYeah a witched rainDigging the stones, hitting the sacred bellsCause you know you are my mother of mineAs long as I stand, no one of us gonna die…Not this way!    Grazie Korov_ev...Per avermi pensato. Per averla scritta per me, ispirandoti al mio racconto. Per averla messa in musica e cantata. E per aver sublimato anche la figura di mia madre, che probabilmente una mente dolce l’ha avuta poche volte, e tutto il nostro rapporto. Sei stato tu, in questo caso, a guarire qualcosa di ferito e a trasformare una pioggia sporcain una taumaturgica pioggia stregata.Peccato non riuscire a far ascoltare anche qui, il tuo magico blues.