The Man Who Knows His Fate (5:07)
Music by Brunello, Colman, De Marchi, Indriolo, Schimd
Lyrics by Indriolo
Lyrics
If i could open your heads,
pick’em out as in the most gruesome doctor Von Hagens’s works.
Who knows how many things I would change
how many gears I would change in the engine.
Like the wagons of the same train
that has left without checking its condition.
But everything’s a vicious circle, every dog chases its tail
and here are the unstoppable wagons attacking you from the back
and rip you to see what’s inside of you.
The blue bloods, the braves, don’t wait for you to open them,
they clasp a knife and they sacrifice themselves to show you.
They don’t run away, they don’t jumble everything has built up,
with time…with the sweat,
and then You think about the day when the fate,
has masterly moulded your roads.
But everything’s a vicious circle, every dog chases its tail
and here are the unstoppable wagons attacking you from the back
and rip you to see what’s inside of you.
CH. The man who knows his fate,
knows no fear, overcoming,
(He) knows no tears.
The soul who knows his rate,
knows no limits, knows no spaces,
In no man’s land.
And then you go back to the bench where you’re sitting
and your glance that crosses the stars comes back to you.
Split in two between melancholy and rage
you get up and you follow your rails
because you’re the engine of this train.
Blast, blast, blast, blast, Blast…
CH. The man who knows his fate,
knows no fear, overcoming,
(He) knows no tears.
The soul who knows his rate,
knows no limits, knows no spaces,
In no man’s land.
© Osvaldo Indriolo e Mirco Brunello