Versuri Gothica

A gentle throb, a warm breath, The consciousness of travelling, Of the mysterious end Distinguish us from cold shadows. Mute voices in the universe, So different, so anonymous. Creators in the

Gothica - La Vida Es SueA O

[Lines by Pedro Calderón de la Barca 1600-1681] Qué es la vida? Una ilusión, una sombra, una ficción, y el mayor bien es pequeño que toda la vida es sueño y los sueños sueños son. No tem

Gothica - Medusa

Avverto la tua presenza Nel buio denso di terrore, Sibili piano, strisciante paura, Sei vicina, adombri la mia mente, I tuoi occhi. cosa vedo? In pietra mi tramuto, Se solo non avessi fissato il mio

Gothica - Nel Buio

Siedi qui, vicino a me, parlami del cielo, dei tuoi viaggi e poi di poesia. Dimmi prima che tutto svanisca, esiste l'infinito nel buio. Sit down here, near to me, talk me about the sky, your trav

Gothica - Nothingness

It's dark and I retire into myself, My thought is taken away by the wind. It's a background music to the rhythm Of the breaking waves, to breathing. Why is this world so gloomy, The dark labyrinth is

Gothica - Penelope

Fluid is the night which I plunge in, Coloured by the sunset, enlightened by the moon. I weave weft of dreams Erasing them with reality, I wait for Death That will come from the sea. I grow flowers w

Gothica - Proserpina

[Words by Dante Gabriele Rossetti 1828-1882] Lungi Ã¨ la luce che in sÃ¹ questo muro Rifrange appena, un breve istante scorta Del rio palazzo alla soprana porta. Lungi quei fiori d'Enna, O lido osc

Gothica - Spirit Dance

And I'm breathing the air of lost land, I travel in the true dimension. Tedium is interrupted, I penetrate into The light of revelation, I meet the man and his spirit, His art, his grace, true spiritu

Gothica - Spirits Of The Dead

Like a fast start is the sonorous wake, A voice made of numberless voices. I'm turning round, looking for you, But your sound springs from inside. You reality without essence, Eternal fire and icy pal

Gothica - The Cliff Of Suicide

When everything is bathed in colour And a blinding golden path Shines from the sky onto the sea, To the white shingle beach which is below you, Blood stains stand out every so often: red poppies.

Gothica - The Grave

[Words by Gustavo Adolfo BÃ©cquer 1836-1870] Adonde voy? El mas sombrÃo y triste de los pÃ¡ramos cruza: Valle de eternas nieves y de eternas melancÃ³licas brumas. En donde estÃ© una piedra

Gothica - The Land Beyond

From the rugged mountains, Down to the valley, Amongst the fresh clouds Which cross my body, The wind doesn't let me breathe And I dream of dying. Everyday I want to enjoy That sensation of m

Gothica - The Land Under The Waves

Emptiness prevails Over my mind... I would deny myself, not think anything, Cast myself in the void, The wave, slipping fast into it, Slipping and then maybe living again In a meadow where there are

Gothica - The Monk

[I. Into the church of the Capuchins] [II. Antonia] [III. The Bleeding Nun] [IV. Covenant] Somnia, terrores magicos, miracula, sagas, Nocturnos lemures, portentaque. [lines by Horat] Agitur animus