To the Border

by Paul Coppini

You how alive

at the edge of the world

you that dreams

at the edge of the world

it seems yourself normal

way of living only to eat

and if you make the love

you have an it shades on the heart.

You don't rebel you

to your jailer

you don't rebel you

and you don't try to run away

You always think

to that day of September

when she surrendered him

and he allowed to die.

After a life of defeats

and violences

it sought the liberty

in a dose too strongly

( and then) (and then )

laughed at his/her fate.

And while you look for

in this sewer

to open sky

anything again

what I/you/he/she make yourself hope

(and then) (and then )

a paper to be played.

On the table of this life

almost to throw

on this merry-go-round

what it keeps on turning

( and then) it tightens You

up to hurt you.

And we turn

how puppets

on this merry-go-round

what he/she is not wanted to stop

And we know

what to every turn

it always tightens stronger

in a deadly embrace.