I want to sit on as a secret story
on its own, sheltered as a lover
I want to speak more of what is convenient
I can always hide the last key
with which right to blow out the fire?
And what if it goes extinguished forever?
All the air we have will be not enough
All the air we have will be not enough.
Text: a poem by Maria Albertina Lomello
Music: Stefania Tarantino
Translation in English by Slow Words
[* in the original text, the poem was untitled, while the song has the title written in Neapolitan language]
To listen to Nu’ Segreto: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVnuwuA_cK8