Lazaretto Lyrics

It's not very nice being here

The sky is white, ill-intentioned

There's something desperate

In this artificial race of mind against the current

Nobody is taking the road to Pola but me

There is the ends of the port's last worksites

The last tenements against the set smoky mountains

And the white curtain of sky

Every so often along the road by the sea

Past the uninterrupted sequence of groups of houses with unscalable walls

There is a beach with families on it

Admist the eternal smile of triumphant youth

A brief desolate teeming

I pass through Muggia with its little port a miniature copy of Trieste's

A gloomy copy of Grado's

Other shoals short colourful beaches beyond hard parapets

And here Lazzaretto the last beach in Italy

Its incredible to find one last spark of Italy here

And it's Italy as I haven't seen her for hundreds of miles