longing...

birds, floating in the breeze, singing the revolutionary song of spring...
wheat, dancing in the northern fields...
ice, melting down in my brain...
camels playing rock'n roll...
gentle giants rest in peace...
and time, awaits me to go on... and i'm ready to leave them all here...
and go...

beauty is more than enough to satisfy a lonely man... a lonely mind...
but it's banned, captured... is being tortured by the beasts of time...
in the dungeons of this city...
savages... barbarians... fakes... unbelievers... fucking saints...

so, i will go, so far, so deep, so true...
in a place no shadow stabs his owner...
and no footprint plots a conspiracy...
and no agony persists drilling a mans heart...

where i can rest my body, down a tree, on the everlasting green grass...
and feel the freedom of my mind by picking up a yellow apple... and just looking at it...
there i will compose the symphony of wind... where sun will play the solo...

and all the legendary and mythology will join me... and will praise my will...
for i will be a legend myself then...
and that will be how i'll find my way to awe...
an immortal picture of the extremest simple mind...

there, going to be truly "boBe !"...