(Lyrics and music: E. Candeloro)

Enrico Candeloro - voice
Stefano Parenti - drums
Muzio Marcellini - bass, keyboards, accordion, piano, guitars and programming

Original Italian version

I feel the smell of the hunger
in people’s look
at about one o’clock in the street
with no time in my mind
and a taste of asphalt
comes up slowly with no pause
from the warmness of my feet
to the stench of my head

Stains of life
got in the wastebasket
for a mind game
or a drunkenness of the fate
stains of life
keep on rolling
red water in the veins
rivers that don't flow into the sea

And what remains
in people’s look
empty eyes of utopias
decomposed in their mind
hot crust of asphalt
do avoid my stop
you’re a licorice veil
on the moving earth

Stains of life
got in the wastebasket
for a mind game
or a drunkenness of the fate
stains of life
keep on rolling
red water in the veins
rivers that don't flow into the sea