Ghost Song [Italian translation]

Awake

Shake dreams from your hair,

My pretty child, my sweet one

Choose the day and choose the sign of your day:

The day's divinity

First thing you see

A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon

Couples naked race down by its quiet side

And we laugh like soft, mad children

Smug in the wooly, cotton brains of infancy --

The music and voices are all around us

"Choose," they croon, the Ancient Ones --

The time has come again

"Choose now," they croon,

Beneath the moon,

Beside an ancient lake

Enter again the sweet forest

Enter the hot dream

Come with us

Everything is broken up and dances

Indians scattered

On dawn's highway, bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child’s

Fragile, eggshell mind

We have assembled inside

This ancient and insane theater

To propagate our lust for life,

And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

The barns have stormed,

The windows kept,

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

From the divine mockery of words,

Music inflames temperament

Oh, great Creator of being,

Grant us one more hour,

To perform our art

And perfect our lives

We need great golden copulations

When the true king's murderers

Are allowed to roam free,

A thousand magicians arise in the land...

Where are the feasts we were promised?

One more thing:

Thank you, oh, Lord

For the white blind light

Thank you, oh, Lord

For the white blind light

A city rises from the sea

I had a splitting headache

From which the future's made

• Artist:The Doors
• Album:An American Prayer