La Compagnia dell'anello - vivere davvero
Dove vai, ma dove stai correndo?
Forse dove è già il tuo heart.
Just a moment, and what you are experiencing
takes off and dies.
Where are you now? Up there where you thought?
From there you will say "Boy, you're awake!"
But there's only one way to never die
and that way you really live.
But there is a only and that you know and you had that look
proud.
How do now without that your eyes, look
alive of those who dream and believe.
I know do well not to forget, ;
because, jackals, now he sees.
But there's only one way to never die
and that way you really live.
But there is one way only and that you know and you had that look
proud.
I know do, do not feel the pain,
with your smile in my heart closed.
I know what to do, never stop dreaming
and there will stop.
Francesco Mancinelli - Generation '78
Dove vai, ma dove stai correndo?
Forse dove è già il tuo heart.
Just a moment, and what you are experiencing
takes off and dies.
Where are you now? Up there where you thought?
From there you will say "Boy, you're awake!"
But there's only one way to never die
and that way you really live.
But there is a only and that you know and you had that look
proud.
How do now without that your eyes, look
alive of those who dream and believe.
I know do well not to forget, ;
because, jackals, now he sees.
But there's only one way to never die
and that way you really live.
But there is one way only and that you know and you had that look
proud.
I know do, do not feel the pain,
with your smile in my heart closed.
I know what to do, never stop dreaming
and there will stop.
Francesco Mancinelli - Generation '78
And you wake up one morning and wonder what it was,
reject your thoughts on things of the past,
take a black scarf that keeps in a drawer.
It all started one day, maybe a cursed day, some people attending
certainly different
baptism is a ritual with my breath tight in the throat,
already ended when a fistfight on the school gates,
and stumbling into a fate that as a child growing inside you,
and a silver pendant that you keep around your neck,
love and hate to try to understand a great logic, a logic
ideal to blindly believe.
And your mother cries alone and stares through the glass,
because he knows that this war does not forgive,
because he knows that his country has no peace
a party, an old story, a legacy that burns,
ambiguity ever as a sense of defeat, and ignore
circumstances, absurd game of power,
what do you know of that past of nostalgic illusions
a comparison that has always carried with sticks? And feel
live in, in twenty years, on occasion,
to try to make sense of your revolution.
reject your thoughts on things of the past,
take a black scarf that keeps in a drawer.
It all started one day, maybe a cursed day, some people attending
certainly different
baptism is a ritual with my breath tight in the throat,
already ended when a fistfight on the school gates,
and stumbling into a fate that as a child growing inside you,
and a silver pendant that you keep around your neck,
love and hate to try to understand a great logic, a logic
ideal to blindly believe.
And your mother cries alone and stares through the glass,
because he knows that this war does not forgive,
because he knows that his country has no peace
a party, an old story, a legacy that burns,
ambiguity ever as a sense of defeat, and ignore
circumstances, absurd game of power,
what do you know of that past of nostalgic illusions
a comparison that has always carried with sticks? And feel
live in, in twenty years, on occasion,
to try to make sense of your revolution.
Then one evening in January remains fixed in thought,
too much blood shed over the sidewalk
your generation and the wind threw the flags, blew air
revenge without mourning, nor prayers,
on those steps Giant hesitate for a moment, then downloading
anger in the car along the avenue, between tears and
vortices smoke
that time the promise to remain
all children of anyone.
few days in jail will illuminate the view
tell me how it feels, with a hint of an extremist?
How do you feel in the farces of lawyers and courts? Alberto
And that ended in the eye of a viewfinder,
Democracy principal, agent, the murderess. And Francis
who flew on the asphalt of the courtyard,
with keys in hand tight, strange way to die.
outstretched arms at the funeral and a chorus against the wind,
"Today died a hundred other Camerata they are reborn."
And the silence of an accusation that it bounces on every wall,
I swear this time will pay
Poi la sfida nelle piazze ed i sassi nelle mani,
caroselli di sirene echi sempre più lontani,
quelle bare non ancora vendicate
le ferite quasi mai rimarginate.
too much blood shed over the sidewalk
your generation and the wind threw the flags, blew air
revenge without mourning, nor prayers,
on those steps Giant hesitate for a moment, then downloading
anger in the car along the avenue, between tears and
vortices smoke
that time the promise to remain
all children of anyone.
few days in jail will illuminate the view
tell me how it feels, with a hint of an extremist?
How do you feel in the farces of lawyers and courts? Alberto
And that ended in the eye of a viewfinder,
Democracy principal, agent, the murderess. And Francis
who flew on the asphalt of the courtyard,
with keys in hand tight, strange way to die.
outstretched arms at the funeral and a chorus against the wind,
"Today died a hundred other Camerata they are reborn."
And the silence of an accusation that it bounces on every wall,
I swear this time will pay
Poi la sfida nelle piazze ed i sassi nelle mani,
caroselli di sirene echi sempre più lontani,
quelle bare non ancora vendicate
le ferite quasi mai rimarginate.
Ma poi il vento soffiò forte, ti donò quell'occasione,
di combattere il sistema in un'altra posizione,
tra la fine del marxismo e i riflussi del momento,
costruire il movimento tra le angosce dei quartieri.
Ed un popolo, una lotta chiodo fisso nei pensieri
e generazioni nuove in cui tu credevi tanto.
Poi quel botto alla stazione che cancella tutto quanto.
E al segnale stabilito si da il via alla grande caccia,
i fucili che ora puntano alla faccia,
raids in style in the eye of the storm,
between the coils of the Holy Inquisition.
Then the stages of a crisis, a history consumed
of those who found his death at gunpoint in the street,
of those being killed himself in a room of people who run away in drawers
of who closes the last hope.
And you wake up one morning, a song on his lips,
and the image is lost on your generation,
those guys a little 'rebel a bit' warriors,
that have closed in the drawers and into the hearts
many handkerchiefs blacks
di combattere il sistema in un'altra posizione,
tra la fine del marxismo e i riflussi del momento,
costruire il movimento tra le angosce dei quartieri.
Ed un popolo, una lotta chiodo fisso nei pensieri
e generazioni nuove in cui tu credevi tanto.
Poi quel botto alla stazione che cancella tutto quanto.
E al segnale stabilito si da il via alla grande caccia,
i fucili che ora puntano alla faccia,
raids in style in the eye of the storm,
between the coils of the Holy Inquisition.
Then the stages of a crisis, a history consumed
of those who found his death at gunpoint in the street,
of those being killed himself in a room of people who run away in drawers
of who closes the last hope.
And you wake up one morning, a song on his lips,
and the image is lost on your generation,
those guys a little 'rebel a bit' warriors,
that have closed in the drawers and into the hearts
many handkerchiefs blacks
