Saturday's Village

I want my body to be tight by the blanket.

I want my body to be squeezed against my mattress.

I want my body to be tight by the blanket.

I want my body to be squeezed against my mattress

Till I will almost choke.

I want to lay my face on the cold pillow

Feeling my life swelling going down,

Beating slowly the ticking of the night.

I'll open my arms and I feel the freezing cold on my hands.

While the infinite surrounds me with no banks, no horizons,

Wondering in the pale darkness I'll turn my eyes looking for you.

You can corrupt me, you can corrupt my mind and turns it from rational to pure sense.

And then, I think once again that there's too much space around me, too much space around me

I need to fill up with you.

I want my body to be tight by the blanket.

I wan't my body to be squeezed against my mattress.

I want my body to be tight by the blanket.

I wan't my body to be squeezed against my mattress.

While the infinite surround me with no banks, no horizons,

Wondering in the pale darkness I'll turn my eyes looking for you.

And what I need, and what I need is just to talk with you once again for the last time.

And what I need, and what I need is just to feel again like you were still beside me,

Like you were still beside me.