Far away
beyond Milan
beyond the gasometers
beyond the pressure gauges
beyond the kilometers
and the tram tracks
Far away
very far away< br/>beyond running water
and electricity
There I want to surrender
in the arms of music
that closes the discussion
of affinities
strong petomane
written by the devil
in clear contempt of civilization 
Maybe you won't love me
you will meet me
you will smile
but you won't love me
Maybe you won't love me
you will listen to me
you will follow me
but you won't love me
The moon the moon
of howling
leave it to the poets
of classicism 
There I want to surrender
in the arms of a music
that closes the discussion
of urbanity 
strong petomane
written by the devil
in solemn contempt of humanity
Maybe you won't love me
you will talk to me
you will hug me
but you won't love me