[Part 1 - Nostalgia Its Gaze]



E' come impazzire in un mare dorato



Anguish at the everlasting waters we feel

Staring at the darkest parts of the blue sea's eyes



It blinds by us by its silence left a widower by a winter

Which can never melt the icy salt of its waves



And left orphans by warm snows we go insane

At your ancient resigned gaze



The golden swords of the sun can't even scratch

Your intense mixture of silver and blue



Which deified our ancestors

Which witnessed science's temples

Which carefully hides the island of the ancient future

Which kept the melancholic secrets of countless mortals



[Solo: Massimiliano]



[Part 3 - Behind my Window My Seas of South]



And now that the cold has returned

Where's my window

From which I used to dominate

The world?



My grey, bleak, azure world

A world without no wars

A world where I could even fly



Now I know live doesn't belong to these lands

It flies free above all this

I could see it from behind my window

Bringing me that happiness which wet the eyes



Where are my seas of south which wet the eyes now?

Where is my window now that the cold has returned?