I grew up not looking down
The shadow of a mountain fell upon my town
A blueness in the distance
Living in my memory
Now I climb the creaking stairs
And walk upon a vanishing floor to get nowhere
A little Mussolini screaming in my mind

History will tell you lies
History will tell you lies
Your dream is buried by the dust of ages

Time to sing a travel song
For all the days that come and go
As we move on
Erotic summer heatwave buring in my memory
Travel over hills and plains
See the hidden valley's golden grass aflame
A mother tongue that licks away your secret fear

History will disappear
History will disappear
Your dream is buried by the dust of ages

Quite a load to carry
Everything that we have done
Searching my horizon for a glimpse of the millennium