Hotline e solo questione di tempo

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Hotline
Lites On The Nite
It's Only A Question Of Time
In a room that isn't beautiful
the mind wanders thinking words,
words and music I don't know how to do it,
my head is empty but I have to succeed.
A thousand thoughts in my mind:
just a fucking question of joints,
and now the events of recent times
Ignite something, it's exploding in me.
A sensation that I've never felt before
pushes me to force my mind
and to stare at an empty sheet of paper.
Emotions come together in me
within a strange thought,
I play with them and don't chase them away,
it's beautiful, I would like to always live like this.
I feel different, I've changed:
now I live with my emotions.
A pen is now between my fingers
my witness
an enormous light inside me.
The mind thinks
New words never imagined before,
they remain on the paper, now they are mine forever,
now you finally know what it is:
only a question of time.
Like one of yours daughter wanted by your mind
now you have to make her grow, make a poem out of her.
Behold, now she is a voice,
a stupendous and alive voice,
her sound is harmony .
A song, think, you created it,
you didn't think you were capable of it,
you won't like it,
now it lives in you.
A pen now there is between my fingers
my witness
an enormous light inside me.
The hand writes
New words never imagined before,
they remain on the paper , now they are mine forever,
now you finally know what it is:
only a question of time.
Phrases of love, bad memories together,
that remains on the paper that feels the heart,
now you finally know what it is:
only a matter of time.
Let yourself go don't resist
it's a new sensation
it will make you imagine new things and you will dream!
A pen is now between my fingers
my witness
an enormous light inside me.
The mind thinks, the hand writes
New words never imagined before,
they remain on the paper, now they are mine forever,
now you finally know what it is:
only a question of time.
Phrases of love, bad memories together,
On the paper remains what the heart feels,
Now you finally know what it is:
It's just a matter of time.

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