A Tale

in a small flat lived a young girl
none noticed she was there
she had no rent to pay at the end of the month
and none cared
she sat on her window
she had a look down
saw all the people walking
none of them was talking
and suddendly the clock started to speak
and the radio, the fridge and the washing machine
they all began shouting and kidding around
her feet were no more glued to ground
oh yeah
what a laugh
she woke up monday morning
prepared breakfast and brushed her teeth
the room was empty and silent
except for the sound of her moving feet
she sat on her window
she had a look down
saw all the people walking
none of them was talking
and suddendly the clock started to speak
and the radio, the fridge and the washing machine
they all began shouting and kidding around
her feet were no more glued to ground
oh yeah
what a laugh

NANA'

so we had in common an eye we didn't want to close
we never stop trying to be the line
between the unreal and the real sight
forgetting the past is never free from hope
the landscape is complete when I can think of myself
as something you have to fix in a mosaic just by your side
we never stop trying to be the line
between the unreal and the real sight
my voice is your voice even when we speak no more
time is the word you'd better avoid to keep your distance from me
a lifetime won't be enough to remind me I'm not ready yet
to face the new smell of grass that is growing in this pale sun
we never stop trying to be the line
between the unreal and the real sight
the fact is that we are so equal