Si dice...
e che sfaccimma! ma ra quann i romani parlano o'dialett, nè?
So you think you can tell heaven from hell, blue skies from pain, can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? a smile from a veil? do you think you can tell? and did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? hot ashes for trees? hot air for a cool breeze? cold comfort for change? and did you exchange a walk part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here, we're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground, and what have we found? the same old fears, wish you were here.
Modificato da toppeddu85 04/09/2003 21.34