Commenti a "La mia è una laurea cum loden. Magari se l..." di Lucia Gaianigo

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Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, dont help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.

Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.

Non ho capito bene ma se
vuoi trattare dell'ingratitudine
il tema è sempre attuale.
Il vero dilemma è
che non ci si mette mai d'accordo
su chi è l'ingrato
se lanci la moneta con la faccia di Cesare da una parte e quella di Pompeo dall'altra
resterà in bilico sullo spessore.

(Tuttavia devo riconoscerti, Flavia, una certa qual perspicace diabolicità...  :)))

Be gone!
Run to your houses, fall upon your knees,
Pray to the gods to intermit the plague
That needs must light on this ingratitude.

Run to your houses, fall upon your knees...   : )))