It’s easy
(to let you enter into my mind)
They tell “this morning is another morning”
They tell “when the facts become something
to talk about
it’s all over”
They tell, to say the truth,
that you don’t matter
anymore,
but
it’s like a whirstle
it’s like the train at night
that you can hardly hear
but when you once listen to its rumble
you can’t avoid
to put your thoughts on it;
I know it’s wrong to cry it out
I know it’s not
what should I do
but
it’s
SO
easy
to let you enter into my mind
to let you climb
the wall of my emotions
and crossing also the last line;
I walk I do I work
and I tell them
that’s “allright men”
that I’m one of the Cool Big Band
and when I go out
I’ve got just brothers
that I call friends
but
then I turn my face
to avoid they read into my eyes
that
at the end
it’s easy
to let you get into my mind.
And after the noon
it comes the night
fast as the thunder
that dimes my light
everytimes I can’t decide
to go
around
trying to find
myself
behind the back of this red glass,
but also then
it needs
no time
to feel your voice
warming my soul
because
it’s true
because
it’s easy
to let you slip
into my head
because it’s true
it’s
REALLY
easy
to let you flow
into my mind.
Marco Giorgini
