Psycho Circus

Solo una dedica oggi.
Una dedica tacita, perché lei vorrebbe così.
Questa è per te…

“Don’t look, don’t look”,
the shadows breathe
whispering me away from you.
“Don’t wake at night to watch her sleep
you know that you will always see
this trembling,
adored,
toussled bird mad girl.”

But every night I burn,
but every night I call your name…
Every night I burn,
every night I fall again…

“Don’t talk of love” the shadows purr
murmuring me away from you.
“Don’t talk of worlds that never were:
the end is all that’s ever true.
There’s nothing you can ever say,
nothing you can ever do.”

Still every night I burn,
every night I scream your name.
Every night I burn,
every night the dream’s the same.
Every night I burn,
waiting for my only friend.
Every night I burn
waiting for the world to end.

“Just paint your face”, the shadows smile
slipping me away from you.
“Oh, it doesn’t matter how you hide
find you if we’re wanting to.
So slide back down and close your eyes,
sleep a while, you must be tired…”

But every night I burn,
every night I call your name.
Every night I burn.
every night I fall again.

Every night I burn,
scream the animal screams.
Every night I burn,
dream the crow black dream…
Still every night I burn,
every night I scream your name.
Every night I burn,
every night the dream’s the same.

Every night I burn,
screaming the animal scream.
Every night I burn,
dream the crow black dream…
Dream the crow black dream…

–
The Cure, “Burn”

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