"Pompeii" by Bastille.

My life is filled with tunes that give me goosebumps every time I listen to them. They are not necessarily very dramatic or sad and, if you asked me, I wouldn't be able to explain the reasons why I find them so captivating. Still, I do.  This is my current "goose-bumps" tune. 
La mia vita e' piena di canzoni che mi danno la pelle d'oca. Non devono per forza essere drammatiche o tristi e, se me lo si chiede, non saprei neppure spiegare perche' le trovi cosi' accattivanti. Eppure, e' cosi'. Questa e' la mia attuale "canzone da pelle d'oca".

I had never heard of this band from London before. Actually, I think this was the song that gave them more popularity.

As I always do with the songs I like, I have looked for the lyrics.
If you read them, it's easy to understand why the song it's called "Pompeii".
Yet, like in most songs, this may only be a pretext to hide a deeper, secret message.
The great thing with lyrics, just like with poems, is that you can make out of them almost whatever you like. You can either find your own personal meaning or be totally, utterly disappointed.
Non avevo mai sentito parlare di questo gruppo di Londra. In realta', penso che sia stata proprio questa canzone ad aver dato loro piu' notorieta'.

Come faccio sempre con le canzoni che mi piacciono, ho cercato il testo.
Se lo si legge, e' facile capire perche' la canzone si chiami "Pompei".
Pero', come per molti testi, questo protrebbe solo essere un pretesto per nascondere un piu' profondo e segreto messaggio.
La cosa affascinante dei testi delle canzoni, proprio come con le poesie, e' che ognuno e' libero di trarne fuori un po' quel che gli pare. Se ne puo' ricavare  un significato personale o esserne totalmente, completamente delusi.
I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settles around us
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above
But if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
Nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes,
Does it almost feel like
You've been here before?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
If you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?