_The Intersection Crossroads 1472

Dust on my leather shoes, born in nineteen twenty-fourHear that ancient resonator scratching at my door.Deep down in the Delta, where the muddy river runs slowI buried my ghost where the weeds and shadows grow.Working for a dollar that was soaked in sweat and painCounting silver coins while standing freezing in the rain.No shoes, no strings, just a dry and bitter throatTrying to survive on a broken wooden boat.But the dust of the South met the fog of the NorthFrom the cotton fields straight to the Turin steel,I learned what is fake and I found what is real.And the water is rising, it’s breaking the stoneSabaudo spirit on a digital throneFrom the East to the West, hear the Guzheng cryAs the techno beat lifts my old soul to the sky.Baroque royalty flowing inside of my veinsNo masters, no labels, no historical chains.Ancient blood meets the neon light,We rule the nightNow I’m sailing through the storm on a sharp silver lineAn independent mind tasting centuries of wine.They tried to buy my silence with a corporate contract leaseBut you cannot put a price on a wild raptor's peace.The rhythm of the Yacht keeps it smooth, keeps it cleanWhile the classic rock guitars rip apart the machine.Sixty years of waiting just to blow up the stageLook at these colors breaking out of the cageNo obligation to please, no numbers to checkJust a furious roar snapping every weak neck.From the factories of Italy to the mountains of the EastI woke up the hunger of a long-sleeping beast.Two thousand canvases staring back at the crowdUntitled, unrated, shouting truth out aloudThe critics can talk, the algorithms can freezeBut I am the wave that brings the world to its knees.This is not a trend that will fade in an hourIt’s the permanent stream of a natural power.I don't race for the gold, I don't beg for applauseI am the effect and I am the cause.And the water is rising, it’s breaking the stoneSabaudo spirit on a digital throneFrom the East to the West, hear the Guzheng cryAs the techno beat lifts my old soul to the sky.Baroque royalty flowing inside of my veinsNo masters, no labels, no historical chains.Ancient blood meets the neon light,We rule the nightLook at the mud of the past, look at the crownI take the whole system and I turn it upside downThrough the pain, through the doubts, through the heaviest winterI break every cage, every lock, every splinter.Without any fear, with an open faceI conquer the earth from this empty spaceMississippi mud.Turin iron.Chinese silk.Tatra granite.The riverbed is dirty, but the water runs fast.The first shall be nothing, the independent will last.Nature always wins.Nature always wins!