Strangelove
And 'he who comes home drunk almost every night
and the silence between us that seems to end,
when they undress. it is, and then I put it to bed, and
those letters he writes and then can not send ...
perhaps leave the stairs is a way to save
And you who picked up the thread of my train
wooden
that to be the largest I had pledged:
and I kissed the smile does not hurt,
and I shot him in the mouth rather than kissing
because it was not too long time to leave:
may not know but even this is love.
and sunrise over the Danube in Marco seemed
phosphorus and honey and a blonde girl maybe
meant that man is great, the man is alive,
man is not war, but the general's answer
that man is wine, good fights and dies
better only when full.
And the first said, "Ah yes,
do not want to buy our newspaper?"
and the other "We hold it still so much to talk about"
and I thought - now I say "I'm fascist" - but
every punch that came straight on the head
my fear was not enough to make me say enough.
may not know but even this is love And the most
great
conquered nation after nation,
and when he was facing the sea because he felt a jerk
further
could not win anything, and
long way to see the sun desperate
and always the same and always
Bello 'hero with blue eyes straight on the ship,
has more battle wounds, and he's got the key, he
crucifixes and scythes in hand, and bla bla bla brothers, and I
I raised her daughter to see it better ,
that I do not start and I'm watching you
and stay awake.
may not know but even this is love.
Roberto Vecchioni
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