RIVER
(Pier Morandi)
I can hear this old river
runnin’ deep through my soul
inside the past and the present
inside the nighs inside the dawns
the mutability of thoughts
the ancient trees reflexion
the red sun settin’ down
you can call it river, for the sides for the course
you can call it river, like a stream like a source
from the steep side of the mountain
to the valley below
this wild big blue tellin’
and tellin’ so well
the deep faces of your mood
the old land and the voices
like a lost Indian tale
you can call it river, for the sides for the course
you can call it river, like a stream like a source
flow the waters flow the stones
on what is right on what is wrong
along its settled way
you can call it river, for the sides for the course
you can call it river, like a stream like a source
posizione SIAE 170473