Morgana - The Syndrome

It is the first time I visit an important museum
I'm dazzled and puzzled by this art that comes from everywhere

Centuries of history see me
Centuries of power and slavery
Shining faces of women see me
Imprisoned by brush of a man

I want to runaway from this scene
Someone help me and hold me, I can faint and fall

I walk into this corridor but I don't understand where I'm going
I see the canvasses coming to life, the landscapes surround me and scent of things

Centuries of history see me
Centuries of power and slavery
Shining faces of women see me
Imprisoned by brush of a man

I want to runaway from this scene
Someone help me and hold me, I can faint and fall

I don't want to stay, stay in this room
I feel the syndrome coming

Centuries of history see me
Centuries of power and slavery
Shining faces of women see me
Imprisoned by brush of a man

I want to runaway from this scene
Someone help me and hold me, I can faint and fall