Few people can transmit the harmony of nature with music like the italian wiseman/master/artist/thinker/songwriter Franco Battiato. His music and lyrics can find a unique mix between philosophy, science, religion, poetry, electronic, pop and orchestra, for a result that’s always amazing; sometimes trippy, sometimes relaxing, sometimes both.
In this post I’d like to share “Gli uccelli“, a song about the incredible potential of the birds: here in Pajūrio seems to me completely appropriate.
I translated the lyrics in english, so everyone will be able to understand.
Gli uccelli
Volano gli uccelli volano nello spazio tra le nuvole con le regole assegnate a questa parte di universo al nostro sistema solare.
Aprono le ali scendono in picchiata atterrano meglio di aeroplani cambiano le prospettive al mondo voli imprevedibili ed ascese velocissime traiettorie impercettibili codici di geometrie esistenziali.
Migrano gli uccelli emigrano con il cambio di stagione giochi di aperture alari che nascondono segreti di questo sistema solare.
Aprono le ali scendono in picchiata atterrano meglio di aeroplani cambiano le prospettive al mondo voli imprevedibili ed ascese velocissime traiettorie impercettibili codici di geometrie esistenziali.
Volano gli uccelli volano nello spazio tra le nuvole con le regole assegnate a questa parte di universo al nostro sistema solare.
The birds
Fly the birds they fly in the space between the clouds with the rules that are assigned to this part of the universe to our solar system.
They open their wings they nosedive and then they land better than airplanes they change the perspectives of the world unpredictable flights and incredibly fast rises imperceptibles trajectories codes of existential geometries.
Migrate the birds they emigrate with the change of season wingspan games that hide secrets of this solar system.
They open their wings they nosedive and then they land better than airplanes they change the perspectives of the world unpredictable flights and incredibly fast rises imperceptibles trajectories codes of existential geometries.
Fly the birds they fly in the space between the clouds with the rules that are assigned to this part of the universe to our solar system.
