E questo è dolore?

His blood has frozen and curled with fright.
His knees have trembled and given way in the night.
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth.
His step has faltered.

One world, one soul.
Time pass, the river roll...

(Pink Floyd, Sorrow)

Insensibile, forse.

There is no pain, you are receding,
a distant ship smoke on the horizon.
You are coming through in waves,
your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying...
When I was a child I had a fever:
my hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am...
I have become comfortably numb.



Chissà, quando l'hanno scritta forse pensavano a me...