Anima Nera
Marco Coti-Zelati, Cristina Scabbia
I like to bury myself in pain
You know what I mean
I like to suffocate in all my memories
Until I cannot breathe
So I can taste again
How hard it is
To have a frozen heart inside my chest
That only beats but doesn't feel
The walls inside the room are closing in
I cannot see a door
A little sparkle of light
I cannot see any hope
I wonder, is it all my fault?
Is it because of me?
Is it because I never cared enough?
And now I pay for this
Cosa ne rimane della mia anima nera?
Anima nera, anima nera, anima nera
Cosa ne rimane della mia anima nera?
Anima nera, anima nera, anima nera
Cosa ne rimane della mia anima nera?
Anima nera, anima nera, anima nera
Cosa ne rimane della mia anima nera?
Anima nera, anima nera, anima nera