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Genius English Translations - Banco Del Mutuo Soccorso La Citta Sottile Lyrics

Who are you, city non-city
Living hanging upside down on your fixed-air strings
Beams, pipes without dimensions
Cold, aged quartzs
Your thousands tissue-paper elevators
Going up and down non-stop
No one going down, no one ever going up

Thin non-city bearing everything on nothing
Every straight line lays on itself
Every curve on itself
Absurd equilibriums [being] moved
Opaque lights your rare stars
Your sun has breathed his last

What else remains to you if not the naked man?
That I see everyday
That mad master
Poet or marauder living on the last bеam
He rubs his hands and then laughs, or doesn't laugh...
Jumps lightly
From thе beam to a curve
But today I saw him diving into the void
All of a sudden
But I can't say
If he was screaming or laughing
Here the wind doesn't blow the sounds but there's silence
That can write in the fixed air
Thin non-city, alone between your everlasting greys