Babel [English translation]

oh, my love

they prevent the light from the sky

for my expatriation a home under the passion

if I have the sound of wind

I would draw a way of spring

that Scheherazade will stop telling about it

an endless yearning

an endless yearning

Rage of caged Arabian sand.

Rulers never change, they’ll hold out their hand to you - but it’s a bloody hand -

they put their men in the control room,

but if they want your heart, don’t let them have it.

Seize them by the hair, turn your brothers into rebels,

throw grains into the satellites’ eyes.

You deserve more than a fake peace,

more than the bad people who keep telling too many lies about you.

there are no stars in this darkness

In the era of god of iron

all angels are gone

an endless silent

an endless silent

beatitude for who saw the light of enchantment

and touch the morning while it is dewy

beatitude for who intent from the sky by the way of hope

by the way of hope

What’s left is nothing but clouds of dust,

a heap of guilt that gets cleared through a coup d’état.

The wind is blowing from the west and it’s already spreading the usual lies that they tell from the frontline.1

Suddenly, people who are far away - distracted by a flat screen -

don’t know what to say.

But civilians do live among tombs.

The strength drops, the anger grows

here are no stars in this darkness

In the era of god of iron

all angels are gone

an endless silent

an endless silent

beatitude for who saw the light of enchantment

and touch the morning while it is dewy

beatitude for who intent from the sky by the way of hope

by the way of hope

beatitude for who saw the light of enchantment

and touch the morning while it is dewy

beatitude for who intent from the sky by the way of hope

by the way of hope

• Artist:Radiodervish
• Album:L'immagine di te