Fra i mille motivi sconosciuti qui tira il vento

Here the wind blows hard


There are a thousand unknown reasons for singing alone
But they’re sung simply just to say
That I’m persecuted like a traitor to the cause
For not being with them in front of the throng
To make my reasons seem worth fighting for
To send men to the grave for the words of a song

Men will make something precious on a sunny day
Then throw it against the wall when it rains
We make things then we break the things we love
Faith in a man walks the lines of his face
The mob unfurls its fury with the banner and a bow
And say glory is made from the bones of disgrace

I’m having lessons from the thin man on the stage
They ask him about justice and serving time
The advocate washes the past and the present day facts
And makes the future in a single round bowl
But the jury is out the mob is out of control
They hang not just my head but my very soul

Here right here the wind blows hard
I am making a castle a tower bigger than Babel
The conquerors will come in a black limousine
I’ll tell the loved one to lay the bricks tomorrow
I’ll pay my debts in the rooms of Caesar’s ruins
Then I’ll tell my lord about my joy and sorrow

Here right here the wind blows hard
I think of Daniel, Lawrence, Luke, John and Roland too
Heaving, bleeding and thinking about naked women
They made enough dough to feed the cat I bet
The supersonic soldiers cut the roof from the sky
Flying loud flying low they will find the traitor yet

And when they find him they will fix him to the gate
He will be an example to all
He will scream and say I’ve done nothing wrong
All I wanted was just to sing my song

He will scream and say I’ve done nothing wrong
All I wanted was just to sing my song

Siena 12 March 2006