the clementines,,,, so sweet, so fresh and as sour as they can be, my world tastes the very same. the words told you a story, the sentences missed your ears, and the meaning got overlooked.

i wonder if you’d rather

i was a mannequin,

quiet calm still

un manichino così silenzioso

death reeked of jealousy.

a dog bit off the reaching hand, a needle the only thing an elderly still sees, a bleeding heart is no longer being mended by glue, a holy green world, grey grey grey grey is the only thing no longer being painted over, more than enough to make my man cry, a sacred garden being trespassed, my darling prayed,

mannequin man, mannequin man, mannequin man i yelled! gli bruciavano la gola. i loro capelli fluenti e i loro fiori d'oro., they did nothing for your agony. svegliatevi dal vostro sonno! svegliatevi dal vostro sonno! svegliatevi dal vostro sonno!

mannequin man, i called

awake from your slumber

change me and my mind will

rotazione

mannequin man, nature begs

and offers to grow you fresh

clementine.