Текст и слова песни Franco Battiato – Investigation On The Third
I sit in the manner of the ancient Egyptians,
The palms of the hands softly resting on the legs,
And the torso erect and natural,
A minaret pointing to the sky.
I try to relax and abandon myself,
To lose all tension
And anxiety.
As if I had entered a deep sleep
But with senses ever more awake and aware
The palms of the hands softly resting on the legs,
And the torso erect and natural,
A minaret pointing to the sky.
I try to relax and abandon myself,
To lose all tension
And anxiety.
As if I had entered a deep sleep
But with senses ever more awake and aware
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