Hypnotized – Fleetwood Mac

It’s the same kind of storyThat seems to come down from long agoTwo friends having coffee togetherWhen something flies by their windowIt might be out on that lawnWhich is wide, at least half of a playing fieldBecause there’s no explaining what your imaginationCan make you see and feel
 
Seems like a dreamThey got me hypnotized
 
Now it’s not a meaningless questionTo ask if they’ve been and goneI remember a talk about North CarolinaAnd a strange, strange pondYou see the sides were like glassIn the thick of a forest without a roadAnd if any man’s hand ever made that landThen I think it would’ve showed
 
That’s why it seems like a dreamGot me hypnotizedAnd I know that’s right
 
Seems like a dreamThey got me hypnotized
 
They say there’s a place down in MexicoWhere a man can fly over mountains and hillsAnd he don’t need an airplane or some kind of engineAnd he never willNow you know it’s a meaningless questionTo ask if those stories are right‘Cause what matters most is the feelingYou get when you’re hypnotized
 
Seems like a dreamThey got me hypnotizedSeems like a dreamThey got me hypnotizedSeems like a dreamThey got me hypnotizedGot me hypnotized

La vita si nasconde nelle persone,

Tasselli di un disegno,

Sconosciuto è il destino.

I nostri corpi sono l’involucro di una luce,

Camminiamo per luoghi bui,

S’illuminano e prendono forme da noi.

E nel buio, nel silenzi,

Circondati dai nostri demoni,

Ci annusiamo, riconosciamo,

Ci spogliamo fino a donare all’altro,

L’essenza di ciò che realmente siamo.

Giuseppe La Mura gen 2026
testo: copyright legge 22 Aprile 1941 n°633
photo: Giuseppe La Mura