Forever / Per sempre
Earth is like a church without a preacher
The people have to pray for themselves
Animals and birds cannot help them
Trees and plants have nothing new to sell
Planets are just bubbles floating carelessly
Streets lined up with boxes, so it seems
Lined up there forever by their builders
Standing in the way of children's dreams
So I make my way down this highway
Stopping now to rest and then to eat
Trying not to damage that that's in my way
Looking for a way to be complete
That's how it ends in the beginning
That's how I plan to say goodbye
Leaving bells just as they were ringing
I'm not trying to make something die
My friend Al got the message
Sent it down that street with the boxes on
Lined up there forever, filled with thinkers
Working on solutions here and gone
I really want to make a difference
Tryin' now to help him with a word
Originating in the heart of something
Worth keeping in the soul when it gets heard
As we keep on building rows of boxes
To think inside what we will
With increasing distance from the foxes
From the wolves and whipporwill
And from the crows and all the sea creatures
Mermaids and the galleons of war
Crossing over untold waves of fortunes
To finally crash upon the shore
On the shore
On the shore
On the shore
On the shore
Rescued there by primitive tribesmen
Living in round triangles for evermore
Never ever in a straight line
And always on the road to Heaven's door
Will the clouds and the rains come in torrents?
And winds blow forever?
Over the dry land between the castles
Or the herds of horses grazing on the clover?
Earth is like a church without a preacher
Without a preacher
Earth is like a church without a preacher
Without a preacher
Earth is like a church
Earth is like a church
Earth is like a church
* * * *
The people have to pray for themselves
Animals and birds cannot help them
Trees and plants have nothing new to sell
Planets are just bubbles floating carelessly
Streets lined up with boxes, so it seems
Lined up there forever by their builders
Standing in the way of children's dreams
So I make my way down this highway
Stopping now to rest and then to eat
Trying not to damage that that's in my way
Looking for a way to be complete
That's how it ends in the beginning
That's how I plan to say goodbye
Leaving bells just as they were ringing
I'm not trying to make something die
My friend Al got the message
Sent it down that street with the boxes on
Lined up there forever, filled with thinkers
Working on solutions here and gone
I really want to make a difference
Tryin' now to help him with a word
Originating in the heart of something
Worth keeping in the soul when it gets heard
As we keep on building rows of boxes
To think inside what we will
With increasing distance from the foxes
From the wolves and whipporwill
And from the crows and all the sea creatures
Mermaids and the galleons of war
Crossing over untold waves of fortunes
To finally crash upon the shore
On the shore
On the shore
On the shore
On the shore
Rescued there by primitive tribesmen
Living in round triangles for evermore
Never ever in a straight line
And always on the road to Heaven's door
Will the clouds and the rains come in torrents?
And winds blow forever?
Over the dry land between the castles
Or the herds of horses grazing on the clover?
Earth is like a church without a preacher
Without a preacher
Earth is like a church without a preacher
Without a preacher
Earth is like a church
Earth is like a church
Earth is like a church
* * * *
La Terra è come una chiesa senza un predicatore
La gente deve pregare per se stessa
Animali e uccelli non possono aiutarla
Alberi e piante non hanno niente di nuovo da venderci
I pianeti sono solo bolle che fluttuano incuranti
Le strade sembrano costellate di scatole
Per sempre in fila, messe lì dai costruttori
Ostacoli sulla strada dei sogni dei nostri figli
Quindi mi faccio strada lungo questa autostrada
Fermandomi ora a riposare, poi a mangiare
Tentando di non danneggiare quello che c'è sulla mia strada
Cercando un modo per essere completo
È così che finisce all'inizio
Ecco come intendo dire addio
Lasciando le campane proprio mentre suonavano
Non sto cercando di far morire qualcosa
Il mio amico Al ha ricevuto il messaggio
Spedito lungo quella strada piena di scatole
Allineate in fila per sempre, piene di pensatori
Che lavorano a soluzioni prima e dopo
Voglio davvero fare una differenza
Cercando di aiutarlo ora con un parola
Che ha origine nel cuore di qualcosa
Vale la pena conservarla nell'anima finché viene ascoltata
Mentre continuiamo a costruire file di scatole
Per pensare a cosa faremo dentro
Sempre più lontani dalle volpi
Dai lupi e dall'antrostomo (1)
E dai corvi e da tutte le creature marine
Sirene e galeoni della guerra
Superano indicibili onde di fortuna
Per schiantarsi infine sulla spiaggia
Sulla spiaggia
Sulla spiaggia
Sulla spiaggia
Sulla spiaggia
Salvati da uomini di tribù primitive
Vivono per sempre in triangoli smussati
Mai più in linea retta
E sempre sulla strada per la porta del Paradiso
Le nubi e le piogge scenderanno torrenziali?
E i venti soffieranno per sempre?
Sopra la terra secca tra i castelli
O sulle mandrie di cavalli che brucano il trifoglio?
La Terra è come una chiesa senza un predicatore
Senza un predicatore
La Terra è come una chiesa senza un predicatore
Senza un predicatore
La Terra è come una chiesa
La Terra è come una chiesa
La Terra è come una chiesa