NOTE - versione originale della poesia "Gemelli con il cuore spezzato" (capitolo precedente), scritta in inglese alcuni anni prima. Il testo in italiano è ispirato a quello in inglese, non è una traduzione letterale né la metrica coincide.


Living is a state of mind,
Don't be crazy, don't be blind,
When you know you're breathing
It doesn't mean you're alive,
You're burning,
You're mourning,
But nevermind,
You said: I'm going to leave you behind.

A poker game,
The bittersweet halo of power and fame,
Caught in the mix,
Despite the game was fixed
You lost your money, you lost your head,
You said: soon we're going to be dead.

Poker is fake,
You stayed awake,
Bittersweet memories of love and hate,
You closed your eyes,
You said: I won't leave you behind,
You will run away
But you won't find your way,
You won't escape,
I'm your broken tape,
My spirit will haunt your home,
We will try to, but never be alone.

Living is a state of mind,
One is gone, one is blind,
That's just impossible to see clear,
Spirits walking throughout the years,
You said: it's your turn,
Think about me and burn.

Flames are high,
One is dead, one is not alive,
Heartbroken twins,
That's the end of every dream
Like that poker game,
You said: power and fame
Are the ones we should blame.