Silver Moon from Winterflowers by Marco Grompi & Michele Fortis

SILVER MOON
(M. Fortis)

I turn off the light and the radio
Other souls resound far and far away
For a while, again, I’ll be my very father
And when the old age comes I want to be the one found
Silver moon, I love your smokey horses dragging me to you
Silver moon, you know that indifference never knock to my door
It’s better the madness of the lion
Than the idiot face staring at him
And you open up the cage with me, open up the cage

At every while this bridge could fall in the dark
And drag down majesty and truth
And everything we built would be swallowed down
When death comes it shouldn’t be too early
Yellow moon, my lady of the night. I feel I respect you
My lonely moon, you know I get up and speet, on the big empty head
And this world will blow up with it
And the trees will grow upon the snow
I don’t want to be lacking in pleasure, pleasure and knowledge

Until the little man will die ’cause he’s far away
And ’til golden stars keep shining on the killer’s chest
No one can open my eyes or call me rebel
No one can open my eyes and call me rebel
Silver moon, I love your smokey horses dragging me to you
Yellow moon, take me back to the child, please, hold me back
It’s better the mad lion inside
Than the light soldier’s brain
And open up the cage for us, open up the cage for us
Follow the lion, follow him
And the trees, and the snow, and the garden of the mad
Silver moon, brother lion...

• Rock
• alt-country
• country folk
• country rock
• psychedelic
• singer-songwriter
• Italy