Testo di Nico

I resist from trying to understand, I tear the pages of my past To recall what you think you thought you wanted. Every yesterday is empty And no tomorroy will hold What you carry with yourself today, I carry with myself today, No route, no point, no map. My eyes see things of a secret nature And i think if i find a word I will unlock the past. As if a morning could wake up some side of me That is plain and richyfull and lovely And hidden. Plain and full of colours 'cause i've got all the words in me, words i've never heard before. I try to pick up what sleeps I try to pick up what slips through your mouth And find that my own words are so dull and empty I desist i quit, i don't know Answers to questions You make, You wait