Colours

Sono stato premiato da:

1. Joannas, per aver acceso quella luce antica
2. Annachesogna, perchè cerco i fari come lei

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of, once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream, really do come true

Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why, oh why can't I?

Would you know my name
if I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...

Time can bring you down, time can bend your knees
Time can break your heart, have you begging please...begging please

Beyond the door there's peace I'm sure
And I know there'll be no more tears in heaven...

Would you know my name
if I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same
if I saw you in heaven?
I must be strong and carry on
'Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven...

Would you hold my hand
if I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand
if I saw you in heaven?
I'll find my way through night and day
'Cause I know I just can't stay here in heaven...

Quante gocce di rugiada intorno a me, cerco il sole ma non c'è…
Dorme ancora la campagna, forse no, è sveglia, mi guarda, non so.
Già l'odore della terra odor di grano, sale adagio verso me
e la vita nel mio petto batte piano, respiro la nebbia, penso a te.
Quanto verde tutto intorno a ancor più in là, sembra quasi un mare l'erba,
e leggero il mio pensiero vola e va, ho quasi paura che si perda…

Un cavallo tende il collo verso il prato resta fermo come me
faccio un passo, lui mi vede, è già fuggito…respiro la nebbia, penso a te.
Cosa sono adesso non lo so, sono un uomo in cerca di se stesso;
Cosa sono adesso non lo so, sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo…
Ma intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra già: il giorno come sempre sarà.

Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only round and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.