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NADA  / NOTHING

He pensado en la muerte  /  I've thought about death
y en lo que habrá detrás.  /  and what will be behind.
Puede que no haya nada,  /  It may be nothing,
¿te has parado a pensar?  /  have you stopped to think?

Nada, nada... nada.  /  Nothing, nothing... nothing.

Nada, nada, nada ni siquiera aire,  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing not even air,
nada, nada, nada que pueda tocarse,  /  nothing, nothing, nothing you can touch.
Nada, nada, nada que tocar ni respirar.  /  Nothing, nothing, nothing to touch nor breathe.

Nada, nada, ni una idea ni un deseo,  /  Nothing, nothing, neither an idea nor a desire,
nada, nada, ningún miedo ni silencio,  /  nothing, nothing, no fear or silence,
nada, nada, nada nada se puede escuchar.  /  nothing, nothing, nothing nothing can be heard.
...
Nada, nada, no esperes encontrarte  /  Nothing, nothing, don't expect finding
nada, nada, no puedes imaginarte  /  nothing, nothing, you cannot imagine
nada, nada, nada, no te entra en la razón.  /  nothing, nothing, it doesn't fit your mind.

ER18PB06 - ©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Nada (He pensado en la muerte)

Transcendence of the great and eternal questions of life...

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Может просто дальше быть?
По реке крамольной плыть?

Может просто дальше быть?
По реке крамольной плыть?

По реке крамольной плыть?

Река (River Of Dreams)

Dolbania - Река (River Of Dreams)

Lyrics and music: Michele Ansani (1998).
Inspired by a Robert Musil's short story ("The Perfecting of a Love", 1911).
Cover photo is from Pietro Corrao.

Like some others I have already posted, this is a song from the late 1990s, recorded then with a Korg D8. I remixed the surviving file, working on volume and equalisation after separating the tracks, and adding some stuff. 

LYRICS (ENG / ITA)

nervously looked at the stranger
at that moment his beard lit up for a moment
she guessed there solidity, naturalness
and everything reconnected, she was there...

It flashed in her mind that already other times
The thing had begun in the same way, it was so...
And at the thought for an instant a voluptuous horror touched her
A voluptuous abulic horror
as before a sin yet unnamed

she wondered if he could have noticed
that she was looking at him
and her body filled with a slight sensuality
she seemed to be swimming in darkness before him
dissolved and impalpable like pale foam

so they travelled close
and little by little crept back into her thoughts
that restlessness
she tried to tell herself
that it was only the disturbance
of that sudden solitary journey
among strangers
soon afterwards instead she believed
that it was the wind that enveloped her
in a rigid frost

there was suddenly
a light high and clear on her past
as on an indescribable landscape of mysterious order
was a strange sense of the future
as if everything
that seemed long past
still lived on

furtively she sought the stranger
at that moment his hand for a moment
caressed her
she sensed in it a natural solidity
and everything reconnected
they were there ...

and thought of days
strangely distinct
from all the others
open before them
like a fugue of remote rooms
and joined with a hasty laugh
to the conversation

----

nervosamente guardò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua barba per un attimo s’illuminò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò, lei era lì…

le balenò in mente che già altre volte
la cosa nello stesso modo incominciò, era così...
ed al pensiero per un istante la sfiorò
un orrore voluttuoso abulico
come davanti a un peccato ancora senza nome

si chiese se potesse essersi accorto
che lei lo guardava
e il suo corpo si colmò di una leggera sensualità
le sembrava di nuotare nelle tenebre davanti a lui
dissolta e impalpabile come pallida schiuma

così viaggiarono vicini
e poco a poco ritornò ad insinuarsi nei suoi pensieri
quell’inquietudine
cercò di dirsi
che era solo il turbamento
di quell'improvviso viaggio solitario
fra gente estranea
subito dopo invece poi credeva
che fosse il vento che l’avvolgeva
in un gelo rigido

vi fu improvvisamente
una luce alta e chiara sul suo passato
come su un paesaggio indescrivibile dall’ordine misterioso
era uno strano senso di futuro
come se tutto ciò
che pareva da lungo tempo passato
vivesse ancora

furtivamente cercò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua mano per un attimo
l’accarezzò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò
erano lì ...

e pensavano a giorni
stranamente distinti
da tutti gli altri
aperti davanti a loro
come una fuga di stanze remote
e si unirono con un riso precipitoso
alla conversazione

La Conversazione *

I Don't Care Where You Bury My Body When I'm Gone

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I REFUSE TO PLAY THE GAME

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Sfiora L'eterno (Touch The Eternal)

Techno inspired by Serge riff including mainly NI plugs, plus upper percussion from John Lehmkuhl's SuperMacho drumz

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I’m Vick, 26 and I’m based in London (UK) but Often in Sicily,where I’m originally from (Italy) 
 I’m a singer ask me more if u need

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