are still open as of old inns outside the door,
but the people who went there to drink outside or inside is completely dead:
someone is gone for ages, because someone already doctor
and track a mature, married, and is a career death is a bit 'worse ...
as Cadorette leaves or drunks on the roads they have chosen,
of old angers that remains is a phrase or a gesture,
apologize if I do not know the past to youth or in error,
do not know if still awake in their if m 'meet to force, curiosity or fear ...
I now get up late every day, always shooting to make morning
cards then the coffee station to neutralize the wine
but I have no excuse to wear, I will not say more d 'be a poet, I have not
utopia to be achieved: to stay in bed the next day perhaps my only goal ...
always gets up slow like a magical time in the dawn hill
but do not feel when I look at what I felt before.
Thieves and prophets of the future I took away a lot,
the day is always a little 'darker, it may be because it's history, it may be because we grow old ...
But the streets are filled with a rage that screams louder every day,
the flowers have fallen and left only symbols of death.
Tell me if I am to be stoned if I hide increasingly
but each has its ready and the first stone, do not deny me the tireresti you ...
are most popular at that time when you knew me,
no longer friends, I have an audience that listens to the songs you thought
and maybe laugh at me, but basically I have a conscience pure
not laugh if I tell you this, those who ride in the heart of the hatred and fear in the mind ...
But do not believe that this has changed my life,
is a small thing of yesterday that tomorrow is already over.
I am always here to vivermi him, I have from my days as required,
glory from what I can, that is something that will soon, almost like money in your pocket ...
I do not believe I almost closed all the doors to adventure,
why not put your head in place, but out of boredom or fear.
desperate nights I do not spend on what I did or what I had:
things are going to go and I only regret the opportunities I have lost ...
are still open as of old inns outside the door,
but the people who went there to drink in or out is all morta:
qualcuno è andato per formarsi, chi per seguire la ragione,
chi perchè stanco di giocare, bere il vino, sputtanarsi ed è una morte un po' peggiore...
(Le osterie di fuori porta - Francesco Guccini)
but the people who went there to drink outside or inside is completely dead:
someone is gone for ages, because someone already doctor
and track a mature, married, and is a career death is a bit 'worse ...
as Cadorette leaves or drunks on the roads they have chosen,
of old angers that remains is a phrase or a gesture,
apologize if I do not know the past to youth or in error,
do not know if still awake in their if m 'meet to force, curiosity or fear ...
I now get up late every day, always shooting to make morning
cards then the coffee station to neutralize the wine
but I have no excuse to wear, I will not say more d 'be a poet, I have not
utopia to be achieved: to stay in bed the next day perhaps my only goal ...
always gets up slow like a magical time in the dawn hill
but do not feel when I look at what I felt before.
Thieves and prophets of the future I took away a lot,
the day is always a little 'darker, it may be because it's history, it may be because we grow old ...
But the streets are filled with a rage that screams louder every day,
the flowers have fallen and left only symbols of death.
Tell me if I am to be stoned if I hide increasingly
but each has its ready and the first stone, do not deny me the tireresti you ...
are most popular at that time when you knew me,
no longer friends, I have an audience that listens to the songs you thought
and maybe laugh at me, but basically I have a conscience pure
not laugh if I tell you this, those who ride in the heart of the hatred and fear in the mind ...
But do not believe that this has changed my life,
is a small thing of yesterday that tomorrow is already over.
I am always here to vivermi him, I have from my days as required,
glory from what I can, that is something that will soon, almost like money in your pocket ...
I do not believe I almost closed all the doors to adventure,
why not put your head in place, but out of boredom or fear.
desperate nights I do not spend on what I did or what I had:
things are going to go and I only regret the opportunities I have lost ...
are still open as of old inns outside the door,
but the people who went there to drink in or out is all morta:
qualcuno è andato per formarsi, chi per seguire la ragione,
chi perchè stanco di giocare, bere il vino, sputtanarsi ed è una morte un po' peggiore...
(Le osterie di fuori porta - Francesco Guccini)
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