Perciò lascio qui un po' di musica e me ne vo.
Mother doesnt know where love has gone
She says it must be youth
That keeps us feeeling strong
See it in her face, that s turned to ice
And when she smiles she shows
The lines of sacrifice
And now I know what they're saying
When the sun begins to fade
And we made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Father made my history
He fought for what he thought
Would set us somehow free
He tought me what to say in school
I learned off by heart
But now thats torn in two
And now I know what theyre saying
In the music of the parade
We made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Born on different sides of life
We feel the same
And feel all of this strife
So come to me when Im asleep
Well cross the line
And dance upon the street
And now I know what theyre saying
When the drums begin to fade
We made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Oh, turn around and Ill be there
Theres a scar through my heart
But Ill bare it again
I thought? we were the human race
But we were just another border-line-case
And the stars reach down and tell us
That theres always one escape
I dont know where love has gone
And in this trouble land
Desperation keep us strong
Fridays child is full of soul
With nothing left to lose
Theres everything to go
And now I know what theyre are saying
Its a terrible beauty weve made
So we make our love on? wasteland
And through the barricades
Now I know what theyre are saying
As hearts go to their graves
We made our love on? wasteland
And through the barricades.
NOTA per bip e mariateresa: ho preso il testo in internet, badate se ci sono errori e segnalatemeli, please!
Marina mi dispiace per gli occhiali, comprendo.. la musica mi piace grazie Ciao
RispondiEliminacon la musica vira la giornata
RispondiEliminaSe ti può consolare nelle ultime due settimane mi si è rotta la caldaia del riscaldamento, la lavatrice, le luci del giardino,il disco fisso esterno del computer, un rubinetto e la lavastoviglie perdono e ho dovuto cambiare il videocitofono.
RispondiEliminaDirei che non c'è partita...
Giorgio, sopravvissuto comunque...
Aiutoooooooooo!!!
RispondiEliminaGli occhiali turchesi devono essere salvati!!!!!!!!!
Ci tengo come li portassi io!!!!
a tutti coloro che partecipano della mia angoscia da occhiali rotti: me li salderanno ma non giurano sulla tenuta. Nuovi uguali non si trovano, sento di aver perso la mia identità :-)
RispondiElimina@giorgio: effettivamente vai fortissimo 'sta settimana...
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