Look at it, how the air is mine, how it is, how it is
Look at it, how the air is mine, how it is, how it is
Look at it, like the air is mine, mine, how it is
Look at it, how the air is mine, how it is

Black that takes away, that takes away the way
Black that hasn't been seen for a whole life
So sweet black, black
Black that hits hard
That knocks down doors
It's not the water that makes you drown, drown, drown

Black of bad luck that kills and moves on
Black like misfortune that makes its den where there is no moon, moon
Black of bitter layers that pass over coffins
Nothing else to move, nothing else, nothing else

But Anselmo's wife must not know
That she came for me, she arrived an hour ago
And love has love as its only topic
And the turmoil of the sky got the timing wrong

Water that is not expected, anything but blessed
Water that brings harm, rises up the stairs, rises without salt, rises
Water that splits the mountain, that sinks land and bridge
It's not the water of a broom in a bucket, in a bucket

But Anselmo's wife is dreaming of the sea
When it floods the crevices, it retreats and rises again
And the sheet swells on the wave's hollow
And the struggle becomes slippery and deep

Look at it, how the air is mine, how it is, how it is
Look at it, how the air is mine, how it is, how it is

Water of dense pins from the sky and ceilings
Water to photograph to find the accomplices to curse
Water that tightens the sides, tuna trap of passersby

Nothing else to carry, nothing else, nothing else

Beyond the glass wall, life awakens
That takes each other by the hand when the battle is over
Like this love that from the anxiety of losing itself
Had in one day the certainty of having itself

Water that has turned to evening that now retreats
Low, it slips among people like an innocent that has nothing to do with it
Cold as a pain, Sweet black without a heart
Nothing else to rebel, nothing else, nothing else

And Anselmo's wife feels the water descending
From clothes glued by every chill of skin
In her tram disconnected from every distance
In the middle of the time that now advances for her
So was that love with the missed ending
So splendid and true as to deceive you

Look at it, how the air is mine, how it is, how it is
Look at it, how the air is mine, how it is, how it is
Look at it, like the air is mine, mine, how it is
Look at it, how the air is mine, how it is

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