Guccini Francesco
Miscellaneous
Byzantium
Byzantium (Francesco Guccini)
For this evening too
the moon has risen
drowned in a color
too red and vague.
Vespers cannot be seen,
it has become blurred,
the tip of the stylus
has broken.
What horoscope can you draw this evening ,
I Filemazio,
protomedicine mathematician astronomer,
perhaps wise.
Reduced like a blind man
to grope around,
I do not have the knowledge, or the courage
to make this horoscope,
to divine the response,
and I remain here waiting for the day to return
and I must say, I must say,
that I am perhaps too much old
to understand
that I have lost my mind
in who knows what abuse, or idleness,
but the stars are changing
in the equinox nights.< br/>Or maybe I, maybe I,
I underestimated this new god,
but I see in myself and in the signs
that something is changing,
but it's a faint omen
which doesn't say how and when...
I was going the other evening
almost unconsciously
down to the Bosphoreion port
where it gets lost
/>the land inside the sea
to almost nothing
and then it returns to land
but it is no longer the West.
What does it matter to this sea
if it is blue or green?
I heard the obscene songs
of the drunken people
of people with shrouded and empty eyes
hippodrome brothel, and Nordic soldiers
Romans and Greeks scream,
/>where did you go...
I heard blaspheming in Alamanno
and in Gothic...
Absurd city, strange city...
Of this emperor husband of whore,
of immeasurable plebs, labyrinths and impiety
of barbarians who perhaps already know the truth.
Of philosophers, and of ether,
suspended between two worlds, and between two eras
Fortune and age have decided
for a day not far away,
but fate would ask
that it choose my hand, but...
Byzantium it is perhaps just an unfathomable symbol
cruel and ambiguous, like this life
Byzantium is a world that is not usual for me
Byzantium is a dream that becomes incomplete.
Maybe Byzantium never existed
and now it's day, and another night is gone
Lucifer has already risen, and a little wind is rising
and it's cold on the tower, or is it my sick age
I confuse life and death, I don't know who has passed
I cover my head with my head and I no longer feel,
and I fall asleep
I fall asleep
I fall asleep.