Babilonia [English translation]

Street-weary faces

in a dirty light.

The elegant man drinks,

a hunched woman paints

his sad mouth,

his sad mouth.

Sirens sing

the city's sheet metal.

Acid in the veins,

for one hour of freedom

there's no darkness,

there's no darkness.

And sliding again,

feeling the water raising up to your throat.

The stars, turned off lights

and finding yourself lost again

in Babylon,

Babylon, Babylon,

Babylon, Babylon.

Penitents walk by,

the confessor's blasphemy.

Someone's lighting candles and incense up

and someone's shielded their heart

from a sad love,

from a sad love.

She was as beautiful as a mirage,

he was just a coincidence.

In the foul darkness of a parking lot

losing soul and innocence.

There's no day,

there's no sun.

And sliding again,

feeling the water raising up to your throat.

The stars, turned off lights

and finding yourself lost again

in Babylon,

Babylon, Babylon,

Babylon, Babylon.

From the edge of the shadows

I look at people walking by,

raising up from the bottom,

trying to breathe.

And sliding again,

feeling the water raising up to your throat.

The stars, turned off lights

among the miseries of men

and the miseries of God.

And sliding again,

feeling the water raising up to your throat.

The stars, turned off lights

and finding yourself lost again

in Babylon,

Babylon, Babylon,

Babylon, Babylon.

• Artist:Loredana Bertè
• Album:LiBerté (2018)