Luyện nghe bài hát Sottosopra

Much more than the beneath my feet
here I voices and the city
and I miss you, I haven't seen you
I've been here
We up before the shift ended
to the roof to see
whether from up there we could see
the one who got us
the day he took off almost hurriedly
us above and the others arguing below,
but whose faces are those the roof
and do they have to look at?
the patrol car came tearing in,
and a little boy waved a window.
night fell,
the television set up shop.

But no, I'm not down
not even the
can me come down
no, I'm not down
you go
and go on television.

Like passers-by during a downpour
crammed into a doorway's only
the downstairs crushed themselves
the eye of the broadcast.

'A relative of was up there on the roof.'
'outsourcing's to as far as I'm concerned'
everyone wanted the
to say on television,
and while darkness sank into the
and the gates and railings of Turin,
and the had gone out on the balcony
where that boy was,
I thought for an instant I saw you
among the others showing solidarity there,
but it wasn't you and I up
on the roof out.
days and nights have gone by since day
and traffic in the streets again
only rarely is someone who lifts their gaze
and me watching.

My have gone, too, and I understand them
it isn't so easy to
if someone waiting for you,
if you have you can tell things to.

And so, all alone now, I keep on my own
and I no longer care about down or going back
or about knowing
who got us fired.

days go by and I don't count them.
let them take away the breath of those who follow closely
I'll stay here and, for now, do
a little boy's wave.