The White Eyed — Novembre

Solo - Carmelo

NaЇve blind eyes Childish white eyes The good Child of the evil

The mother came to her daughter Giving her a bit of herself A bit of her madness A bit of her blackness

How many were we in the beginning And how many left How many of us are still dying in you?

And now the sun... again. Oh Sun

Give us dust Starvation Give us sweat Tears

But kneeling, genuflected We silently pray to you To free her from her black mother

Seagulls eat the eyes of the people Seagulls eat the eyes of the dead sailors You have taught us You have eaten my eyes mum