Una storia d'amore nel profondo della terra. Quando l'amore vince la pietra. A love story deep underground. When love wins over stone. It's not air, it's dust. It's not heart, it's rust. Dig again, dig deep, We are the moles of this world. Too many years in the lungs, No light, just obsession. Time is a hammer pounding on the nerve, I'm not the master, I'm not the servant. The rock watches me, the rock crushes me, Black smoke covering my face. If I slow down they catch me. If I stop they break me. Live empty, die full. Or is it the opposite? I don't know... less or less. Down...! Deeper and deeper down. Where there's no reflection anymore. Stone. Only stone. This mine has no destination. Hands worn out, nails broken by frost, But your skin is the only tear in the sky. I dig through the mud to find your mouth, The only shiver the rock can't touch. Sweat and dust, we are flesh and breath, I'm taking you down with me, on the last round. Scream into the void. Find your fire. The game is over. But who decided the ending? Down...! Deeper and deeper down. Where there's no reflection anymore. Stone... Only stone. This mine has no destination. But maybe the destination is you, only you... Your breath warms me, Your tongue touches me, I'm waiting for your next move! Too many years we waited... Too many years On your skin... Only dust... Only stone.more