Malnàtt – Penombre

Malnàtt – Penombre Lyrics

Artist: Malnàtt
Song: Penombre

Noi siamo figli dei padri ammalati
Aquile al tempo di mutar le piume
Svolazziam muti, attoniti, affamati
Sull’ agonia di un nume

Nebbia remota è lo splendor dell’arca
E già all’idolo d’or torna l’umano
E dal vertice sacro il patriarca
S’attende invano

S’attende invano dalla musa bianca
Che abitò venti secoli il Calvario
E invan l’esausta vergine s’abbranca
Ai lembi del sudario

Casto poeta che l’Italia adora
Vegliardo in sante visioni assorto
Tu puoi morir! Degli Antecristi è l’ora
Cristo è rimorto!

O nemico lettor, canto la noia
L’eredità del dubbio e dell’ignoto
Il tuo re, il tuo pontefice, il tuo boia
Il tuo cielo, e il tuo loto!

Canto litanе di martire e d’empio
Canto gli amori dеi sette peccati
Che mi stanno nel cor, come in un tempio, inginocchiati
Canto l’ebrezze dei bagni d’azzurro

E l’ideale che annega nel fango
Non irrider, fratello, al mio sussurro
Se qualche volta piango
Giacché più del mio pallido demone

Odio il minio e la maschera al pensiero
Giacché canto una misera canzone
Ma canto il vero!
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Penombre Lyrics – English Translation

We are children of the sick fathers
Eagles at the time of mutar the feathers
Muti, astonished, hungry flutter
On the agony of a number

Remote fog is the splendor of the Ark
And already the human idol returns the Human
And from the sacred vertex the Patriarch
S’Antends in vain

He fell in vain from the white muse
Who lived twenty centuries calvary
And inval the exhausted virgin s’abranca
To the edges of the shroud

Chaste poet that Italy adores
Veggiardo in Holy Visions absorbed
You can Morir! Of the PORTECISTI is the time
Christ is Roman!

Or enemy reader, sing boredom
The legacy of doubt and unknown
Your king, your pontiff, your executioner
Your sky, and your lotus!

Litan of martyr and empio
I sing the loves Dеi seven sins
That I’m in the Cor, like in a temple, kneeling
I sing the hrew of the blue baths

And the ideal that drowns in the mud
Don’t rumble, brother, to my whisper
If I cry a few times
Since more than my pale demon

I hate minio and mask to thought
Since I sing a miserable song
But I sing the truth!
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Malnàtt Lyrics – Penombre

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From the album:
La Voce Dei Morti
Release Year: 2008