Impero

From these broken arms
you know, you know, us.
Counting all your tears
we know, this time.
And we cross this barren
moor as far as the edge.
We fell asleep listening
to the ten black rivers
flowing towards downtown
From time to time,
from the areals,
confused voices
crow about there victory.
On the Hill someone was
lighting a bonfire.
Cross this barren moor
we'll wait on the edgeBeyond
the borders we met the empire
In the semi darkness
we made out the framework
of all his buildings
The skiline was on fireNon
resiste più l'intesa speranza che
Ci trovò fiduciosi guardare più in la
And here we are commossi
se domani cedesse l'intera città