“RITA AND THE COURT OF THE POETS OF BOLOGNA – Alla Corte dei Poeti di Bologna” is a fast, luminous Renaissance-inspired song that transports you into a noble Italian court where art, poetry, and music reign supreme. Lute, viola da gamba, recorders, harpsichord, and tambourine dance together in an elegant rhythm, while a powerful female epic choir crowns the unforgettable ritornello.

With ancient-sounding melodies, warm echoing hall acoustics, and rich choral harmonies of male and female voices, the song celebrates friendship, love, and the eternal fire of creativity among poets and artists. Every note feels like silk banners flying in a marble hall, every chorus like a shared vow to beauty and art.

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RITA AND THE COURT OF THE POETS OF BOLOGNA - RELEASE - Sapientia

(Verse 1)
I’m flying through your silence,
With carbon wings that dream of diamond skies.
Every breath — a word that’s broken,

In your echo, soft and endless,
Like a prayer that never dies,
I’m the sacred heart, suspended
On the edge of paradise.

(Chorus)
To your lost garden I’m still reaching,
Through the dark, I play your tune —
The dance of being, wild and bleeding,
Under your rain, under your moon.
When your eyes become the storm,
And your trees are stripped and torn —
I’ll still burn inside your song.

(Verse 2)
Now the wild wind weaves your hair,
Into chaos, fierce and bare.
And I — I hold the tremor still,
Between the ache and what you will.

Your name — a spark in hollow skies,
A promise carved in the fall of time.
And I keep chasing shadows there,
Where every loss becomes divine.

(Bridge)
Oh, I’m falling,
But the fall feels like flight —
Through your ruin, through your light,
Through the ashes of the night.

(Final Chorus)
To your lost garden I’m still reaching,
Through the storm, I play your tune —
The dance of being, raw and fleeting,
Under your rain, under your moon.
When your eyes forget the dawn,
And your roots are nearly gone —
I’ll still bloom inside your song

The Lost Garden (English Edition)

شن‌ها از دستانِ زمان
چون خاطراتی سرگردان می‌گریزند،
و خیابان‌ها در زخم‌های خواب خویش می‌پوسند.

خورشید، ماه را در کامِ آتشینش فرو می‌بلعد،
و من، گیسوانِ زمین را در نسیمِ سرگردانِ شب می‌بافم.

خاطرات، بر اسبی بلورین،
از کویرِ خاموشِ حافظه می‌تازند،
و من، خاک را با دندان‌های شب می‌سایم

طعمِ کهکشان دارد،
طعمِ بی‌کرانه‌های گمشده در تاریکی.

شن‌های سرگردان در گلوی خاموشم،
چون فریادی مدفون، خروش برمی‌آورند:
»سیاره‌ها را در خویش بریز،
بریز . . . !  «  

و صداهایی غریبِ رگبارِ ستارگان،
چون جرقه‌ در چشمانِ عقربی بیمار،
جهان را به لرزش می‌اندازند . . .


The Moon in the Sun’s Mouth

[Verse 1]
A face in the mirror, quietly torn,
Eyes like storms from a naked world reborn.
It weaves a scream the silence can’t contain,
A whisper carved in glass and pain. 

[Pre-Chorus]
Cracks are crawling, roots of fear,
Breathing ghosts I used to hear.
The mirror swallows sky and ground,
Till every dream is drowning sound.
[Chorus]
I am the shadow I can’t outrun,
A fleeting pulse between moon and sun.
Lost in the glow of what used to be,
The mirrorchild is breaking free.
[Verse 2]
Fragments dance in a trembling sea,
A nameless fall inside of me.
I walk through dust, through faded light,
From day’s cold hands into the night.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
The cracks are singing soft goodbyes,
Through the ache of mirrored skies.
And every breath becomes a prayer,
To find myself still hiding there.
[Chorus]
I am the shadow I can’t outrun,
A fleeting pulse between moon and sun.
Lost in the glow of what used to be,
The mirrorchild is breaking free.
[Bridge]
Laughing tears, a bitter kiss,
Caught between what was and is.
The wind forgets my name, my face,
Still I wander through its grace.
[Outro]
In the desert of tomorrow’s air,
I fade, I fall — yet I am there.
A ghost that learns to breathe again,
Through broken glass and silent rain.


Mirrorchild

پسری زاده آهک
میخ به پای تنهاییش،
و خار
در چشمِ آرزوهایش
...
دختری زاده آب
میخ به گوش، و
با میخکی در زلف
زمزمه‌ها را
در گره‌ای کور خفه می‌کند
...
بر سایه‌ی دیگری
نه می‌روند و
نه می‌مانند
در بارانی از گلوله
میان آب و آتش
چشمشان در خاکی سرد
میخکوب است
...
پسرک 
خواب می بیند
...
دخترک
از رویای بادبادکی در باد
چون اسبی هراسان
آه می کشد
و بر باد می‌رود    
...
آبی در آتش،
خاری در چشم،
گلوله‌ای بر گونه،
داری بر دیوار،
میخی در میخک
...
در زمینی میخ‌شده،
صاحبانِ آهک،
در دریایی از خون و جنون،
نجوا می‌کنند
...
چسبنده بر خاک
یکی آب،
دیگری آهک


Sigh and Lime


We were ghosts, my love, my flame,
Lost inside a broken frame.
Time was glass beneath our feet,
Cracked in rhythm, dark and sweet.
The river moon, it watched us spin,
Your touch — the fire beneath my skin.
Whispered hearts, too wild to last,
We danced through particles of the past.
(Chorus)
Step — turn — the shadows cast,
Round and round, the memories dance.
Every breath, a spark of pain,
Every kiss, the fall of rain.
Hold me close, this night won’t last,
We’re burning slow —
In the particles of the past.
(Verse 2)
In the castle of the sky we played,
Two souls in red and silver shade.
Our youth — a song we couldn’t keep,
Our promise — buried deep.
Now your eyes ignite the dark,
A thousand stars, a single spark.
Still the music pulls us fast,
Through the particles of the past.
(Chorus)
Step — turn — the shadows cast,
Round and round, the memories dance.
Every tear becomes the rain,
That wakes the rose again.
Hold me close, don’t move too fast,
We’re spinning slow —
Through the particles of the past.
(Bridge)
Yes, we died, my dearest heart,
But death can’t tear this love apart.
The river hums our vow again,
The moonlight calls your name.
Reborn within your trembling light,
I breathe you back tonight.
(Final Chorus)
Step — turn — the fire will last,
The dawn ignites our shadowed past.
The wind remembers how we came,
It softly speaks your name.
For life, my love, will always cast,
A rose reborn —
From the particles of the past.


Particles of the Past


زندگی
در جهانِ چشمانت
از درون پَر می‌کشد
و جنگ
با دستانی پُر می‌تازد
تو دستانت خالی‌ست
...
زندگی
چون جنگجویی مست
و زنبوری وحشی
می‌گزد
جهان از صدای تو خالی‌ست
...
زندگی
در جهانِ چشمانت
از درون پَر می‌کشد
و جنگ
با دستانی پُر می‌تازد
تو دستانت خالی‌ست
با گلی سرخ بر شقیقه‌ات
...
دستانی پُر
دستانی خالی
هیچ چیز در من نخواهد ماند
...
تنها جهان از صدای تو خالی‌ست
جهانی از صدای تو خالی‌ست
جهانی در چشمانت خالی‌ست


World, Life, War


پنجره‌ای باز
و طنینِ تنی عریان
ذهنی آرام
رو‌به‌رویِ رویاها
سیگاری در قلب
در زمستانی از هیزم
و سرمایِ بی‌پایان
پُکی آتش‌گرفته در تنت
و من عریان‌شده
در وجودِ همیشه‌ات
...
نانی داغ
و غذایی گرم
در روزمُردگیِ شب
و نارنجیِ آسمان
...
خاطرات کم‌کم دود می‌شوند
بی‌وابستگی، بدونِ خواسته‌ای
...
سیگار در خاکستر
لحظات در خاکستر
تنی خاکستری
خاطرات در خاکستر
و چهره‌ام در آینه
خاکستری از گیسوان


Memories in Ashes

جانورانی بی‌نام
میانِ قفس‌هایی بی‌مَرز،
درهم می‌لولَند؛
...
رهگذرانِ باغ،
در پیچشِ باد،
می‌شکنند.
و در بارشی از برگ‌ها،
فرو می‌ریزند.
...
و عشق،
تنها عشق،
چون غباری وَحشی،
بر استخوان می‌نشیند؛
رویِ آخرین گرده‌گُلِ بی‌رَمَق
...
جانورانی بی‌نام
زیرِ درختانِ این باغ،
درهم می‌لولَند؛
...
وَ دَر نَهایَت عشق،
چون غباری وَحشی،
بر استخوان می‌نشیند؛
رویِ آخرین گرده‌گُلِ بی‌رَمَق
در باغِ وَحشیِ اِنسانی.
در این باغِ بی‌بهارِ اِنسانی،
در این باغِ وَحشِ فروپاشیده‌ی اِنسانی.


The Human Zoo (Persian Edition)


Quiet breath,
life stands still in the silence;
like a silver spark
lying warm against my skin.
Tiny laughs,
turn to ice before they reach me,
yet the world keeps turning,
loud and cold within.

(First Rise – Clear Rhyme, Strong Imagery)
And I,
paint a smile for the daylight view;
hollow-laughing like
a clown inside the Human Zoo.
While all around,
in the cages of our wanting,
every soul
chews its stories, hurt and haunting;
each of us,
wild and restless,
tumbling, never stopping…

(Wounded Drop – Emotional & Direct)
And I,
fight my words till they cut through the bars;
burn a little deep,
cool beneath a thousand scars.
Still I break,
just to breathe beyond the locked disguise,
cracking wide,
till I meet my own eyes.

(Final Peak – Strong Emphasis on Human Zoo)
Here we are,
in the middle of the Human Zoo,
every heart is scratching hard
just to make it through.
Every step,
with a wound we try to carry,
crying loud,
shaking shadows thin and weary…
lost inside,
blindly crawling,
while the silence grows and scary.

(Outro – Bright, Simple, Strong)
But still,
life is shining like a ruby breaking loose;
cracks one day,
but it glows beyond the use.
From the split,
light escapes the bars we knew…
rising wild,
filling air
in the Human Zoo


The Human Zoo (English Edition)

Canzoni del Bosco is a creative music project blending Italian modern pop with emotional storytelling and the natural poetry of sound.

Our songs shine with warm male vocals, bright guitars, and piano melodies inspired by the fireflies of the forest, lights of the soul that turn feelings into music. ✨

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