Il testo della The curved spine

Who blows the wind that folds the rushes?
Is the same who bends our spines?,
Though not enough to break them,
But still enough to hurt quite a lot
Enough to upset the sleep...

Is life about breaking the shell?
Cause many have this need
The curvature gets pronounced
By the time you notice this,
The floor is...
The only landscape you have seen

Landscape of shoes instead of faces,
Where you search for shelter at wrong places,
A landscape where the heads
Hide between the knees
Where you pass over what you want just
Because there