Greatest Italian Prog One-offs

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 Raff wrote:

OK, I'll post here a translation of the first few lines of Part 1, Section 2 - just to give you a taste of things to come :

While walking on the roofs of dead houses
I realise my pockets are full of sand
Blue sand from an amethyst desert
In my nostrils belladonna seeds
And Indian hemp plants
Seas of red Lebanese (hashish)
And one thousand running horses
On the back of my hand. 
Tell me, you insignificant little men,
Who believe you are so happy down there
Half-buried under a rain of black tarantulas:
Why shouldn't I travel beyond the threshold
Of another dimension?