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Thursday, March 8, 2007
Shirt And Tie For A Grey Suit
CORRECTION!
Soon the blog will move to the platform Splinder!
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Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Zinc Treatmenttoe Fungus
relocating
This virtual space is becoming every day more pleasant place to be, which allows me to translate in a "visible" to the emotions aroused in me music.
Slowly I'm trying to add other features, perhaps not related to music, such as the counter, the "record web pages" or the clock, making the blog more fancy ...
A further step would be to customize the graphics and everything else associated with it but unfortunately the server "Blogspot", although they have many options, does not allow a 360 °, but only according to preset patterns .. One solution would be to switch to "Splinder" but here are hampered by a practical problem: the maximum number of letters in the name of the blog and can not exceed 15 "lamusicachemigiraintorno" exceeds the significantly (24!) .. I do not like abbreviations like "lamusicachegira" or "lamusicaintorno" and then fail to fulfill my plans to "move" and stay here!
The title of the post is not only a verb but also as a gerund Loredana Berte 'album of 1982, many of the songs were written by Ivano Fossati .. Among them the most famous is certainly "I'm not a Mrs. "Festivalbar of that year led to wearing a wedding dress (which had enough scandal !!!). I'm sorry to say but in my opinion this song, along with "Winter sea" of the following year, is the last piece of a successful singer Calabria. I do not know what, in later years, did not have permission to affect other memorable pieces as "You're beautiful," "Dedicated," "It knocked the moon" and the two previous ones, of course, all dating back to the '70s and early '80s.
The haste of the heart
E 'is already a new
That behind a newspaper is changing views
And the evil of the day
E' a few miles south
Del Muio
back of my
But it's a good morning flight Inside a planar
the worst Motel
of this "carretera"
of this life-dancehall
It 's a flight to glide
to be nailed to the wall crucifixes here
But remember now as I'm not a lady
An all-star
in life I'm not a lady
But that war is never
After
Oh no, I have no ...
that I have a silver leaf
Born of a fallen tree here
And that would chase the wind
But that does not make it
Oh but what a bad effort
falling a few feet away from my misfortune
From my fear
It 's a flight to glide
to be remembered for not being able to fly here
But how remember now ...
I'm not a lady with an all-star
in life I'm not a lady
But that war is never over
I'm not a lady with too many signs
A life
Oh no, oh no ... I'm not a lady
This virtual space is becoming every day more pleasant place to be, which allows me to translate in a "visible" to the emotions aroused in me music.
Slowly I'm trying to add other features, perhaps not related to music, such as the counter, the "record web pages" or the clock, making the blog more fancy ...
A further step would be to customize the graphics and everything else associated with it but unfortunately the server "Blogspot", although they have many options, does not allow a 360 °, but only according to preset patterns .. One solution would be to switch to "Splinder" but here are hampered by a practical problem: the maximum number of letters in the name of the blog and can not exceed 15 "lamusicachemigiraintorno" exceeds the significantly (24!) .. I do not like abbreviations like "lamusicachegira" or "lamusicaintorno" and then fail to fulfill my plans to "move" and stay here!
The title of the post is not only a verb but also as a gerund Loredana Berte 'album of 1982, many of the songs were written by Ivano Fossati .. Among them the most famous is certainly "I'm not a Mrs. "Festivalbar of that year led to wearing a wedding dress (which had enough scandal !!!). I'm sorry to say but in my opinion this song, along with "Winter sea" of the following year, is the last piece of a successful singer Calabria. I do not know what, in later years, did not have permission to affect other memorable pieces as "You're beautiful," "Dedicated," "It knocked the moon" and the two previous ones, of course, all dating back to the '70s and early '80s.
The haste of the heart
E 'is already a new
That behind a newspaper is changing views
And the evil of the day
E' a few miles south
Del Muio
back of my
But it's a good morning flight Inside a planar
the worst Motel
of this "carretera"
of this life-dancehall
It 's a flight to glide
to be nailed to the wall crucifixes here
But remember now as I'm not a lady
An all-star
in life I'm not a lady
But that war is never
After
Oh no, I have no ...
that I have a silver leaf
Born of a fallen tree here
And that would chase the wind
But that does not make it
Oh but what a bad effort
falling a few feet away from my misfortune
From my fear
It 's a flight to glide
to be remembered for not being able to fly here
But how remember now ...
I'm not a lady with an all-star
in life I'm not a lady
But that war is never over
I'm not a lady with too many signs
A life
Oh no, oh no ... I'm not a lady
Monday, March 5, 2007
Creative Things To Put In Cards
Have 18 years ...
Having 18 years certainly brings its own advantages, but if there's one thing I regret very much is not being able to follow, just because of my age, the career of Mia Martini when he was in life: to look forward to a new CD of unreleased (questiengono still published but it is certainly a different what ..), follow its concerts and its holdings, read the interviews, etc ... So I lost even the Sanremo Festival in which he participated: 1982, 1989, 1990, 1992, 1993, or I was not born or I was too young to understand, much less appreciate.
And to say that thanks to the Internet and all the small and large angels who share their content on Mimi, I had the opportunity to see all the equity and videos I've yet I, but 'live' emotions would be more, in the same way that I follow with any fervor or event relates Crematory Raoul Bova today.
today do not have much "literary spirit" here so I close this intervention before it becomes too melancholic and It, therefore, too. 
Having 18 years certainly brings its own advantages, but if there's one thing I regret very much is not being able to follow, just because of my age, the career of Mia Martini when he was in life: to look forward to a new CD of unreleased (questiengono still published but it is certainly a different what ..), follow its concerts and its holdings, read the interviews, etc ... So I lost even the Sanremo Festival in which he participated: 1982, 1989, 1990, 1992, 1993, or I was not born or I was too young to understand, much less appreciate.
And to say that thanks to the Internet and all the small and large angels who share their content on Mimi, I had the opportunity to see all the equity and videos I've yet I, but 'live' emotions would be more, in the same way that I follow with any fervor or event relates Crematory Raoul Bova today.
today do not have much "literary spirit" here so I close this intervention before it becomes too melancholic and It, therefore, too.
Helzberg Artiste By Scott Kay
March 5, 2007 - No comment
Queen - "We are the champions "
I've Paid My Dues -
Time after time - I
've done my sentence
But committed no crime - And
bad
Mistakes I've Made A Few
I've Had my share of sand kicked in my face -
But I've come through
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls -
You brought me fame and fortuen and everything that goes with it
I thank you all -
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race -
And I ain't gonna lose -
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -
Queen - "We are the champions "
I've Paid My Dues -
Time after time - I
've done my sentence
But committed no crime - And
bad
Mistakes I've Made A Few
I've Had my share of sand kicked in my face -
But I've come through
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls -
You brought me fame and fortuen and everything that goes with it
I thank you all -
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race -
And I ain't gonna lose -
We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Girdles In The Cinema
My Pearl - "The third stoker"
are satisfied with the victory of Simon Webbe, who had already predicted the start of the Critics' Award winner Mia Martini as I thought (fortunately I am due to change his mind) that such a text could not win.
Despite all the song that excited me most was not this but "The third stoker " brought by Tiziana Tosca Donati, aka Tosca. I like it because it goes beyond the usual love songs that bring in Sanremo, far be it from me to criticize the romantic songs in general, indeed, is that "there are more love songs than once - I do not mean My only those - and texts are trivial beyond belief and full of cliches, a striking example of "Forever Forever" by Marcella & Gianni Bella and what amazes me even more is that one of the authors of the text, Mogul, was the lyricist of Lucio Baptists, not the first that happened!
The atmosphere is magical, fairy-tale, almost circus ... More than just read a review you should listen because it is impossible to describe the emotions that it evokes, on two feet:
Turn turn turn turn turn turn turn Time flies
running time running time flies
Full of brilliant
Where is the sea on the horizon do not give up ever
Rich aromas on the mud The sun will set nettles
Turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn Time flies
running time flies
sugar and lemon snow
Taking over the roofs of many years ago
Night after night mom still canteri
The day you were born For me, a love born
thousand thousand stars ron
You change the color
Gira time flies This lullaby is repeated endlessly
With the notes of an accordion
The party will still
Pass the holy saint pass
Watch
how beautiful women sing in chorus
Look how beautiful skirts rub
While wax dripping blood and the holiness
They smoke stacks, fried fish and cod
There was a little girl with her shoes
blue flowered dress
And her eyes to look on the dark
A shot in the blue smoke goes away
Turn the girl with his blue shoes
Gira running time
open arms and nose up
And the band was slowly starting
Zum zum para para para para pa pa
zum E paraparapa Zum zum zum paraparapa pa pa
gostre games stalls lights orchestras tenotini zum pa pa
Peanuts nougat lollipop balloons zum zum E pa pa para para
zum zum para para pa pa
E paraparapa Zum zum zum paraparapa pa pa
Brillantina aftershave cigarettes trumpets and horns putipù
necklaces, earrings and much sad in the fold There was a little more
With its blue flowered dress shoes
And her eyes to look on the dark
A shot in the blue smoke goes away
Turn the girl with his blue shoes
Gira running time
open arms and nose up
And the band was slowly starting
notes out of tune a bustle of naivete
People smelled of sweat and dignity
The third fireman
The artist share of more
fired its colors
in the sky And in the silence came down
amaranth Coral Emerald Gold Turquoise Coffee
The girl in the sky of the east
He saw life and love that there is a
Three, two, three shots and came back to finish the night
Since then remained to dream
And the colors he went with him forever.
are satisfied with the victory of Simon Webbe, who had already predicted the start of the Critics' Award winner Mia Martini as I thought (fortunately I am due to change his mind) that such a text could not win.
Despite all the song that excited me most was not this but "The third stoker " brought by Tiziana Tosca Donati, aka Tosca. I like it because it goes beyond the usual love songs that bring in Sanremo, far be it from me to criticize the romantic songs in general, indeed, is that "there are more love songs than once - I do not mean My only those - and texts are trivial beyond belief and full of cliches, a striking example of "Forever Forever" by Marcella & Gianni Bella and what amazes me even more is that one of the authors of the text, Mogul, was the lyricist of Lucio Baptists, not the first that happened!
The atmosphere is magical, fairy-tale, almost circus ... More than just read a review you should listen because it is impossible to describe the emotions that it evokes, on two feet:
Turn turn turn turn turn turn turn Time flies
running time running time flies
Full of brilliant
Where is the sea on the horizon do not give up ever
Rich aromas on the mud The sun will set nettles
Turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn Time flies
running time flies
sugar and lemon snow
Taking over the roofs of many years ago
Night after night mom still canteri
The day you were born For me, a love born
thousand thousand stars ron
You change the color
Gira time flies This lullaby is repeated endlessly
With the notes of an accordion
The party will still
Pass the holy saint pass
Watch
how beautiful women sing in chorus
Look how beautiful skirts rub
While wax dripping blood and the holiness
They smoke stacks, fried fish and cod
There was a little girl with her shoes
blue flowered dress
And her eyes to look on the dark
A shot in the blue smoke goes away
Turn the girl with his blue shoes
Gira running time
open arms and nose up
And the band was slowly starting
Zum zum para para para para pa pa
zum E paraparapa Zum zum zum paraparapa pa pa
gostre games stalls lights orchestras tenotini zum pa pa
Peanuts nougat lollipop balloons zum zum E pa pa para para
zum zum para para pa pa
E paraparapa Zum zum zum paraparapa pa pa
Brillantina aftershave cigarettes trumpets and horns putipù
necklaces, earrings and much sad in the fold There was a little more
With its blue flowered dress shoes
And her eyes to look on the dark
A shot in the blue smoke goes away
Turn the girl with his blue shoes
Gira running time
open arms and nose up
And the band was slowly starting
notes out of tune a bustle of naivete
People smelled of sweat and dignity
The third fireman
The artist share of more
fired its colors
in the sky And in the silence came down
amaranth Coral Emerald Gold Turquoise Coffee
The girl in the sky of the east
He saw life and love that there is a
Three, two, three shots and came back to finish the night
Since then remained to dream
And the colors he went with him forever.
Differences Between Flip Minohd And Ultrahd
The winning song of Sanremo 2007 Rank 2007
This year is counted separately for the song "engaged" with the first "Think" in the category Young and now with "I'll give you a rose " by Simon Webbe . Another important point is that they have won all three prizes available, the best song of the Festival, the Critics Prize Mia Martini and a set of radio and television this year.
will give you a rose A red rose to paint everything
A rose for every tear from your console
and a rose to be able to love
will give you a rose A white rose
as were my wife
A white rose you need to forget every little pain
My name is Antonio and I'm mad I was born in '54
I live here since I was a child I thought I would talk with the devil
So I have closed forty years in a mental hospital
I am writing this letter because I can not speak
Forgive the handwriting of a school
And I wonder if I still feel an emotion
But the fault is the hand that does not stop trembling
I'm like a piano with a broken key
The agreement dissonant orchestra drunken
And day and night are alike
The little light that pierces the opaque glass
me because I'm still in fear
For healthy society we have always been rubbish
stinks of piss and sawdust
This is not mental illness and There is no cure
will give you a rose
A red rose to paint everything
A rose for every tear from your console
and a rose to be able to love
will give you a rose A white rose
as were my wife
A white rose you need to forget every little pain
The question marks are crazy sentence without
Thousands of ships that do not return to base
puppets are hung out to dry The lunatics are in the sun
apostles of a god who does not want them I
manufactures polystyrene
snow with my condition is that they are left alone
Now take a telescope ... And look
measured distances between me and you ... Who is more dangerous?
Inside the pavilion we loved each other secretly
a corner that was only our
I remember the few times when we felt alive
not like the medical records crammed in the archives
Of all my memories You were the last to fade as a
angel tied to a radiator
Nevertheless I will still look
And if I close my eyes I feel your hand I'll give you a rose nearly
A red rose for each painting What
A rose for every tear from your console
and a rose to be able to love
will give you a rose A white rose
as were my wife
A white rose you need to forget every little pain
My name is Antonio and I am Roof
Dear Margaret are waiting for you twenty
I crazy when no one understands us well
When your best friend betrays you
I leave you this letter, I must go
Forgive the handwriting of a school
And you wonder that I'm still feeling?
surprise again because he can fly Antonio.
This year is counted separately for the song "engaged" with the first "Think" in the category Young and now with "I'll give you a rose " by Simon Webbe . Another important point is that they have won all three prizes available, the best song of the Festival, the Critics Prize Mia Martini and a set of radio and television this year.
will give you a rose A red rose to paint everything
A rose for every tear from your console
and a rose to be able to love
will give you a rose A white rose
as were my wife
A white rose you need to forget every little pain
My name is Antonio and I'm mad I was born in '54
I live here since I was a child I thought I would talk with the devil
So I have closed forty years in a mental hospital
I am writing this letter because I can not speak
Forgive the handwriting of a school
And I wonder if I still feel an emotion
But the fault is the hand that does not stop trembling
I'm like a piano with a broken key
The agreement dissonant orchestra drunken
And day and night are alike
The little light that pierces the opaque glass
me because I'm still in fear
For healthy society we have always been rubbish
stinks of piss and sawdust
This is not mental illness and There is no cure
will give you a rose
A red rose to paint everything
A rose for every tear from your console
and a rose to be able to love
will give you a rose A white rose
as were my wife
A white rose you need to forget every little pain
The question marks are crazy sentence without
Thousands of ships that do not return to base
puppets are hung out to dry The lunatics are in the sun
apostles of a god who does not want them I
manufactures polystyrene
snow with my condition is that they are left alone
Now take a telescope ... And look
measured distances between me and you ... Who is more dangerous?
Inside the pavilion we loved each other secretly
a corner that was only our
I remember the few times when we felt alive
not like the medical records crammed in the archives
Of all my memories You were the last to fade as a
angel tied to a radiator
Nevertheless I will still look
And if I close my eyes I feel your hand I'll give you a rose nearly
A red rose for each painting What
A rose for every tear from your console
and a rose to be able to love
will give you a rose A white rose
as were my wife
A white rose you need to forget every little pain
My name is Antonio and I am Roof
Dear Margaret are waiting for you twenty
I crazy when no one understands us well
When your best friend betrays you
I leave you this letter, I must go
Forgive the handwriting of a school
And you wonder that I'm still feeling?
surprise again because he can fly Antonio.
What Is The Best Pillow Type
This year they wanted to make public only the top ten, probably to avoid controversy and discussions on, and on the part of those who had come in last place, they have relegated it in a very diplomatic and politically correct tied.
As you can see are missing some of the "big" names, Johnny Dorelli, Milva and Nada, and one of superfavoriti Eve, Paolo Rossi ..
The real ranking, however, is that of the sales record and is well known that the songs that won the Festival does not really come to the same positions won in San Remo!
1st - Simon Webbe - "I'll give you a rose "
2nd - Al Bano - "In the forgiveness "
3rd - Piero Mazzocchetti - "Of Human Bondage "
4 - Daniele Silvestri - "The paranza "
5 - Mango - "Who knows if it snows "
6 - Paolo Meneguzzi - "Musica "
7 - Tosca - " The third stoker "
8 - Francesco & Roby -" Living normal "
9 - Zero Absolute - "Just before leaving "
10 - Antonella Ruggiero - "Lyric between the wars "
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Grecian Formulaallergies
Red Moon
astronomer as a great lover that I am, I could not pass up a story like that. Tonight around 21:15 or so, then the festival will be temporarily abandoned, there will be an eclipse of the moon, here is the article I found on Yahoo:
" If the sky will 'clear, it' s possible to observe the phenomenon of ' Luna Rossa ': when the peak of the phenomenon, our satellite will assume' it this color. In the final phase of the eclipse, In fact, the Moon turns red literally because of the rays deflected by Earth's atmosphere in the shadow of the Earth.
Illuminated by the Sun, the Earth casts behind a shadow cone which passes by the moon. A process, this is particularly evident for the red light, going to color the moon during the eclipse in a more 'or less intense and spectacular, depending on weather conditions. As for the timetable of the phenomenon, the moon will begin 'to lose brightness' to 21 and 18, and will' completely obscured at 23:43, reaching a maximum at half past midnight. The eclipse, which will be 'visible throughout the country, will end' to 2:11 am on Sunday. "
are very fervently for this event as it is the first one I watch well having studied the phenomenon a few months ago, at school .. I can not lose!
The title of the post but does not only refer to this event but it is also the title of a Neapolitan song De Crescendo - Vian that I think many of you already know.
He also sung Mimi (who else!?) in the program "Viva Napoli" in 1994 and I also have video of the same but she has admitted to participating unwillingly, to gain more than anything else (he said that for about 4 minutes.'s performance gave her 25 million pounds .. Considering that this is occurred 13 years ago, 25 million were in fact a tidy sum! Then there is to say that Mia Martini, not any, then any return for a certain amount is more than legitimate!) Another element of motivation is also an arrangement that does not fully satisfy the ... So I refrain from posting it on Youtube to avoid the waste of time ..
Vaco absently was abandoned
uocchie under the 'or cappiello annascunnute,
mane int'a bag and collar aizato,
Vaco fiscann'a' and I know about stars' axes.
E 'a red moon about me' and you ...
I ask you is to me aspiette
me and answers: 'yes' you really want ... Sapé
here, there is no one! "
And I call 'or Nomme eg you can see,
But all people talk about' and you
answers: "It is late, that you really want Sapé!?
here, there is no one!"
Red Moon ... Who me Sarrià sincere?
Red Moon ... he's gghiuta ll'ata evening without me see!
And I still say to me about waiting
forest 'or balcony tonight' and three
and pray 'and holy for me to vedè
... but there is no one!
And I call 'or you Nomme eg vedè
but the whole' talking to people about 'and you
answers: "It is late, that you really want Sapé!?
here, there is no one!"
E 'a red moon about me' and you ...
I will ask you to aspiette
me and my answers: 'yes' you really want ... Sapé
here, there is no one! "
here, there is no one!
here, there is no one!
PS: if you want I can provide the translation service!
astronomer as a great lover that I am, I could not pass up a story like that. Tonight around 21:15 or so, then the festival will be temporarily abandoned, there will be an eclipse of the moon, here is the article I found on Yahoo:
" If the sky will 'clear, it' s possible to observe the phenomenon of ' Luna Rossa ': when the peak of the phenomenon, our satellite will assume' it this color. In the final phase of the eclipse, In fact, the Moon turns red literally because of the rays deflected by Earth's atmosphere in the shadow of the Earth.
Illuminated by the Sun, the Earth casts behind a shadow cone which passes by the moon. A process, this is particularly evident for the red light, going to color the moon during the eclipse in a more 'or less intense and spectacular, depending on weather conditions. As for the timetable of the phenomenon, the moon will begin 'to lose brightness' to 21 and 18, and will' completely obscured at 23:43, reaching a maximum at half past midnight. The eclipse, which will be 'visible throughout the country, will end' to 2:11 am on Sunday. "
are very fervently for this event as it is the first one I watch well having studied the phenomenon a few months ago, at school .. I can not lose!
The title of the post but does not only refer to this event but it is also the title of a Neapolitan song De Crescendo - Vian that I think many of you already know.
He also sung Mimi (who else!?) in the program "Viva Napoli" in 1994 and I also have video of the same but she has admitted to participating unwillingly, to gain more than anything else (he said that for about 4 minutes.'s performance gave her 25 million pounds .. Considering that this is occurred 13 years ago, 25 million were in fact a tidy sum! Then there is to say that Mia Martini, not any, then any return for a certain amount is more than legitimate!) Another element of motivation is also an arrangement that does not fully satisfy the ... So I refrain from posting it on Youtube to avoid the waste of time ..
Vaco absently was abandoned
uocchie under the 'or cappiello annascunnute,
mane int'a bag and collar aizato,
Vaco fiscann'a' and I know about stars' axes.
E 'a red moon about me' and you ...
I ask you is to me aspiette
me and answers: 'yes' you really want ... Sapé
here, there is no one! "
And I call 'or Nomme eg you can see,
But all people talk about' and you
answers: "It is late, that you really want Sapé!?
here, there is no one!"
Red Moon ... Who me Sarrià sincere?
Red Moon ... he's gghiuta ll'ata evening without me see!
And I still say to me about waiting
forest 'or balcony tonight' and three
and pray 'and holy for me to vedè
... but there is no one!
And I call 'or you Nomme eg vedè
but the whole' talking to people about 'and you
answers: "It is late, that you really want Sapé!?
here, there is no one!"
E 'a red moon about me' and you ...
I will ask you to aspiette
me and my answers: 'yes' you really want ... Sapé
here, there is no one! "
here, there is no one!
here, there is no one!
PS: if you want I can provide the translation service!
Ap Biology Lab 5 Cellular Respiration Conclusion
Critics Award-youth category
Last night was awarded the Critics' Award in the category Young Mia Martini, Fabrizio Moro won it with the song "Think ", a tribute to the judges Falcone & Borsellino killed by the Mafia in early 90s.
My approach to the songs with these issues is always very delicate, because I do not know if they are treated sincere or just because "politically correct" .. Among other things in the lyrics is a reference to Che Guevara!
Here it is:
There were men who wrote
Clipboard life priceless
A must have complained because
The most corrupt systems too often ignored
Men or angels sent to earth to fight a war
of feuds and families scattered like so many marbles
On an island of blood among the wonders
Of lemons and between shells ...
slaughters sons and daughters of a generation forced to look not
speak quietly to turn off the light
to comment on every bullet in the air in peace
Every body in a ditch
There were men that step by step
They left a sign with courage and commitment with dedication
against an institution organized
Cosa Nostra ... What your ... What is yours?
And 'our ... freedom
to say that the eyes are made to look
his mouth to speak the ears listen ...
Not only music not only music
The head turns and adjusts the aim
thinks sometimes condemned sometimes forgives
Just Think before you shoot
Think before speaking and judging, think about
think that you can decide
Stay a moment only a moment more
With his head in his hands
There were men who died young
But
aware that their ideas would remain forever as words hyperbole
Intact and real as small miracles
ideas of equality ideas education
against every man engaged in oppression, against all his fellow
against the weaker
Against whom consciousness in the concrete underground
Think before you shoot
Think before speaking and judging, think about
think that you can decide Wait a moment only a moment more with his head in
hands
There were men who continued
Despite everything around it burned
Because after this life has no meaning
If you fear a bomb or a gun
men pass and pass a song
But no one will ever stop That conviction
justice no ... is not just an illusion
Think before you shoot
Think before speaking and judging, think about Think that you can decide
You
Wait a moment only a moment more
With his head in his hands
Think
Last night was awarded the Critics' Award in the category Young Mia Martini, Fabrizio Moro won it with the song "Think ", a tribute to the judges Falcone & Borsellino killed by the Mafia in early 90s.
My approach to the songs with these issues is always very delicate, because I do not know if they are treated sincere or just because "politically correct" .. Among other things in the lyrics is a reference to Che Guevara!
Here it is:
There were men who wrote
Clipboard life priceless
A must have complained because
The most corrupt systems too often ignored
Men or angels sent to earth to fight a war
of feuds and families scattered like so many marbles
On an island of blood among the wonders
Of lemons and between shells ...
slaughters sons and daughters of a generation forced to look not
speak quietly to turn off the light
to comment on every bullet in the air in peace
Every body in a ditch
There were men that step by step
They left a sign with courage and commitment with dedication
against an institution organized
Cosa Nostra ... What your ... What is yours?
And 'our ... freedom
to say that the eyes are made to look
his mouth to speak the ears listen ...
Not only music not only music
The head turns and adjusts the aim
thinks sometimes condemned sometimes forgives
Just Think before you shoot
Think before speaking and judging, think about
think that you can decide
Stay a moment only a moment more
With his head in his hands
There were men who died young
But
aware that their ideas would remain forever as words hyperbole
Intact and real as small miracles
ideas of equality ideas education
against every man engaged in oppression, against all his fellow
against the weaker
Against whom consciousness in the concrete underground
Think before you shoot
Think before speaking and judging, think about
think that you can decide Wait a moment only a moment more with his head in
hands
There were men who continued
Despite everything around it burned
Because after this life has no meaning
If you fear a bomb or a gun
men pass and pass a song
But no one will ever stop That conviction
justice no ... is not just an illusion
Think before you shoot
Think before speaking and judging, think about Think that you can decide
You
Wait a moment only a moment more
With his head in his hands
Think
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