Un aquilone è l’ultima poesia che hai scritto, così l’affidi al vento, ma non la lasci andare finché qualcuno non ti trova qualcos’altro da fare.
And even though it all went wrong I'll stand right here before the Lord of song with nothing, nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her.
And I remember when I moved in you and the holy dove she was moving too and every single breath we drew was Hallelujah.