Carnival Lyrics - Arte Novecento - Novembre

Slowly gliding down through the bottle that seems to have no end 

Sweet is the falling in those bubbles and colours 

When you leave nothing you care about behind 

When the state of mind is drowning and all the world is drunk 

The reads I walk are even sadder than ever 

Every word has a reason and every line has a rhyme 

All the things which used to be dark are suddenly clear 

All that broken glass on my hand to spill all the inferno I feel 

All the thorns of my crown to fill you with the blood you deserve 

All the tears I mixed with wine are tastier than your fading lips 

And the mud in which I crawled is warmer than your melting kiss