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Ne conosco parecchi, maschi e femmine.. In Italia e qui, in Assia..
Standing on the water casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
Freedom just around the corner for you
But with truth so far off what good will it do.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh oh oh Jokerman.
So swiftly the sun sets in the sky
You rise up and say goodbye to no one
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Both of their futures so full of dread you don’t show one
Shedding off one more layer of skin
Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Oh oh oh Jokerman.
You’re a man of the mountain you can walk on the clouds
Manipulator of crowds you’re a dream twister
You’re going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care ? Ain’t nobody there would want marry your sister
Friend to the martyr a friend to the woman of shame
You look into the fiery furnace see the rich man without any name.
Le mie orchidee mi amano.
Mi sono sempre state vicine.
Fedeli.
In silenzio.
