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Patrizia Gattaceca

Ink

Ink is our blood


Dream journey or sign


Drop after drop of rain


Water for my land


Moorish rumour of the sea


The old reproach rears up


The ancient monster roars


Since that first evening


In the circle


Weird future


Loud the echo resounds


From silence to the peak


Hope roams about and


The ink spreads


In the circle...

Inchjostru

Inchjostru

Inchjostru sangue nostru


Sognu viaghju o segnu


Goccia à goccia piuvana


Acqua per la mio terra


Moru frombu di mare


Sale u vechju rimbeccu


Mughja l’anticu mostru


Cù la primiera notte


In chjostru


Avvene ch’ùn vi pare


Più vi risona l’eccu


Di u silenziu à la sarra


A sperenza ci và è


L’inchjostru ci si sparghje


In chjostru...
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Ink

Ink is our blood


Dream journey or sign


Drop after drop of rain


Water for my land


Moorish rumour of the sea


The old reproach rears up


The ancient monster roars


Since that first evening


In the circle


Weird future


Loud the echo resounds


From silence to the peak


Hope roams about and


The ink spreads


In the circle...

Ink

Ink is our blood


Dream journey or sign


Drop after drop of rain


Water for my land


Moorish rumour of the sea


The old reproach rears up


The ancient monster roars


Since that first evening


In the circle


Weird future


Loud the echo resounds


From silence to the peak


Hope roams about and


The ink spreads


In the circle...
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