Franco Battiato – Investigation on the third Testo
I sit in the manner of the ancient Egyptians,
The palms of the hands softly resting on the legs,
And the torso erect and natural,
A minaret pointing to the sky.
I try to relax and abandon myself,
To lose all tension
And anxiety.
As if I had entered a deep sleep
But with senses ever more awake and aware