Passava, avanti e indietro,
nel pomeriggio freddo di luce ormai radente.
Passava e portava abiti da lavoro
impolverati e legni e latte e attrezzi.
Passava e sbirciava, passava e sorrideva appena,
di sorriso tenero e raro.
Era basso e goffo e lo sapeva, ma sorrideva.
I dont think it's going to happens any more...
(Cranberries - Twenty One)
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anonimo e in arabo? questo si che è cercare la comunicazione!!! :(
Do i hear
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i'll give you
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Do i hear
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i'll give you
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This night you
are mistaken
i'm a farmer
in the city
Dark farm
houses
against the
sky
Every night
i must wonder why
Harness on the
left nail keeps
wrinkling wrinkling
Then higher above
me - e e so o
e e e so o o
Can't go by
a man from
Rio
Can't go by
a man from
Vigo
Can't go by
a man from
Ostia
Hey Ninetto
Remember that
dream
we talked about
it
so many times
Do i hear
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21
21
i'll give you
21
21
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Do i hear
21
21
21
I'll give you
21
21
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And if I'm not
mistaken
We can search
from farm to
farm
Dark farm houses
against our eyes
Every night I
must realize
Harness on the
left nail
keeps withering withering
Then higher above
me e e so o
e e e so o o
Can't go by
a man in
this shirt
Can't go by
a man in
that shirt
Can't go by
a man with brain
grass
go by his long
long eye
gas
And i used
to be a
citizen
i never felt
the pressure
i knew nothing
of the horses
Nothing of the
thresher
Paulo
take me with
you
it was the
journey of
a life
Do i hear
21
21
21
i'll give you
21
21
21
Do i hear
21
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i'll give you
21
21
21
(Farmer in The City, for P.P. Pasolini)
Scott Walker, altro che Cranberries !
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