A keresés eredménye

You, maybe not essentially you

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You, maybe not essentially you
another one, but it would be better if she was you
you dug into me and friendship is there
me, that I'm in need of expressing
the necessity of living that remains in me
And I'm by now convinced since many moons ago
of the irreversible uselessness of time
I wake up at nine and it's decisively you.
we didn't even have the time to see our mother that we were already born
and the minutes chasing each other without coexistence
you wake me up and you are decisively you
Maybe not essentially you
And the night, confidentially blue
looking for the soul
 
You, maybe not essentially you
another one but it would be better if she was you
And I go to the Baron but I don't play checkers
I drink canned light beer
I don't give a damn and I don't think of you
I would always be in need of a ride
but I know the connections of the night bus 60
I always take it to come over to you
You, maybe not essentially you
And the night, confidentially blue
looking for the soul
 

My dreams of anarchy

And she was living in her dreams
and in her need for learning
with a hurry the english method
cooking and making love
She was crazy for her research
of cosmetics, rimmel and maquillage
For her readings, Pavese, Ginzburg
De Gregori and rivers of A
Tied to traditions
But I was in love with her and she was in love with me
In her dreams I was also finding parts of myself
 
And she was learning every day
the value of money
and the consequences
She was touching the sky with a finger
and was healing the wounds
with revolution
Again the poets and a new sound
of dance halls and maybe lovers
And the '68 narrated
and the conquests, the songs
that were saying 'oh oh'
I was in love with her and she was in love with me
In her dreams I was also finding parts of myself
 
the Lies, the poems, the tales
and fear
the Inflation, the battles
the egoism of race
the season of colours
a glass and the memories
old books and rock records
a sudarium and a thousand stories
the benches of the bolevards
and the weird fantasies
thel lies, the poems
and the weird things that
were choking the past
feudalism and anarchy
the dreams, the anarchy
my dreams of anarchy
I was in love with her and she was in love with me
 

That is good for me

I get up in the morning with a new illusion
I catch 109 bus to the revolution
and I'm satisfied
slightly wise slightly crazy
I think that my sorrows will end
in twenty years time
 
But I rethink though
I look around for a little while
and I realize that I'm alone
after all it's beautiful though
it is my age and that is good for me
 
They say that in America everything is rich, everything is new
you can go by cableway
to skyscrapers and cook an egg
I instead look for Rock'n Roll in cafes and in subway
I look for a different flag
a bloodless and always clean one
 
But I rethink though
I look around for a little while
and I realize that I'm alone
after all it's beautiful though
it is my country and that is good for me
 
They tell me by the radio:
'Be quiet and be good,
don't be rowdy, keep your cool and grow up'
but I still want to continue my war
and I'll win, come hell or right water,
nothing is going wrong
 
Even if instead though
still look around for a little while
and I realize that I'm alone
but after all, it's beautiful though
it is my war and that is good for me
 
I look for a woman who's the best
who smiles at me when I wake up
and who's beautiful as August sun
and clever, it's clear
 
But after all she's beautiful though
she is my woman and that is good for me
 
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