Novembre

Life blows cold at my face now
And I see it and I suffer it again
A frame after the other
A second after the other
A guitar scream as I reach my last shore
In front of me there's just a sea
The immense sea of a last goodbye
And behind me emptiness
Just the emptiness of a life
I've tried it, but I can't see nothing else
No more romanticism in these waves
No more poetry in the eternal hate