Luyện nghe bài hát Sottosopra

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

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

passers-by during a sudden downpour
crammed a doorway's only shelter
the people crushed themselves
the eye of the broadcast.

'A relative of mine was up on the roof.'
'outsourcing's to blame as far as I'm
everyone the microphone
to say on television,
and while sank into the streets
and onto the gates and of Turin,
and the had gone out on the balcony
where little boy was,
I thought for an instant I saw you
among the showing solidarity down there,
but it you and I stayed up
on the roof out.
days and nights have gone by since day
and there's traffic in the streets
only is there someone who lifts their gaze
and me watching.

My have gone, too, and I understand them
it isn't so to stay
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 about getting down or going back
or even about
who got us fired.

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