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Patrizia Gattaceca
Ink
Ink is our bloodDream journey or sign
Drop after drop of rain
Water for my land
Moorish rumour of the sea
The old reproach rears up
The ancient monster roars
Since that first evening
In the circle
Weird future
Loud the echo resounds
From silence to the peak
Hope roams about and
The ink spreads
In the circle...
Inchjostru
Inchjostru
Inchjostru sangue nostruSognu viaghju o segnu
Goccia à goccia piuvana
Acqua per la mio terra
Moru frombu di mare
Sale u vechju rimbeccu
Mughja l’anticu mostru
Cù la primiera notte
In chjostru
Avvene ch’ùn vi pare
Più vi risona l’eccu
Di u silenziu à la sarra
A sperenza ci và è
L’inchjostru ci si sparghje
In chjostru...
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Ink
Ink is our bloodDream journey or sign
Drop after drop of rain
Water for my land
Moorish rumour of the sea
The old reproach rears up
The ancient monster roars
Since that first evening
In the circle
Weird future
Loud the echo resounds
From silence to the peak
Hope roams about and
The ink spreads
In the circle...
Ink
Ink is our bloodDream journey or sign
Drop after drop of rain
Water for my land
Moorish rumour of the sea
The old reproach rears up
The ancient monster roars
Since that first evening
In the circle
Weird future
Loud the echo resounds
From silence to the peak
Hope roams about and
The ink spreads
In the circle...
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