And the boat that has flown in heaven
that children were still playing
that I got the whole sea
just to get vedermeli;
for the poet who can not sing for
the worker who no longer has his job
for those twenty years and it is to die
in a desert like a pigsty
and for all boys and girls who
defend a book, a real book
so beautiful to cry in the streets
because they are killing the thought
to the bastard who is always in the sun
for the coward who hides his heart for
thrown away our memory of these gentlemen
pain
Call still love
That this bloody night
will even finish, because the
fill us from here
music and words;
Call still love
In this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remain a man always love
Call
Why ideas are like butterflies
you can not take away the wings
because ideas are like stars
who do not go out the storms
because the ideas are rumors of
mother who believed they had lost,
and are like the smile of God
in spit of this universe
Call still love
What this cursed night
will even finish, because the
fill us from here
of music and words;
Call always love
Keep writing life
between silence and thunder
defend this humanity that is so true in every man Call
always love
That this bloody night
will even finish, because the
fill us from here
of music and words;
Call still love
Why we love
Roberto Vecchioni
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