Hi hi SF,
I like Italian musician Jovanotti a lot, and one song I particularly like is “Fango” (featuring Ben Harper). Check out the tune and I’ll reproduce a lyric translation:
(I can’t find an embeddable version of the video, but you can see vids here and here – is nice!)
Fango
I know that I’m not alone
Even when I’m alone, I know that I’m not alone
Under a sky of stars and satellites
among the guilty ones, the victims and the survivors
a dog barks at the moon, a man looks at his hand
it looks like his father’s hand when as a child he would take him effortlessly and lift him up
the view from up there was beautiful
he would throw himself on the things before thinking about it
his hand was tiny but it seized the whole world
and now the city is a foreign film without subtitles
the stairs are like slides, ice on everything
the television says the streets are dangerous
but the only danger I can really feel is to stop being able to feel anything
the scent of the flowers, the smell of the city, the sound of the scooters, the taste of pizza
the tears of a mother, the ideas of a student, the possible crossroads at a square
but stay with your aerial pointed toward the sky – I know that I’m not alone
I know that I’m not alone, even when I’m alone
I know that I’m not alone, and I laugh and I cry and I fuse with the sky and the mud
The city (is) a foreign film without subtitles
a pot in which pieces of dialogue are being cooked
“how are you?”, “how much is it?”, “what time is it?”, “what’s going on?”, “how is it going?”, “who would have thought so?” and then “see you later”
the other person can feel we are alone, and if you make a mistake you become an outsider
a six meter long banner says everything is around you, but when you look around there’s nothing
an old world that holds together only thanks to those ones who still have the courage to fall in love
and some music (which) pumps blood in our veins and makes us want to wake up and get up, to stop moaning
because the only real danger is to stop feeling anything at all
a heart beat inside the chest, the passion which makes a project grow, hunger, thirst, evolution in motion
the energy which is released in a contact
I know that I’m not alone, even when I’m alone
I know that I’m not alone,
and I laugh and I cry and I fuse with the sky and the mud
Love
P
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