Luyện nghe bài hát Sottosopra

Much more than the ground my feet
here I miss voices and the
and I you, because I haven't seen you
since I've here
We went up before the shift
to the factory to see
whether up there we could finally see
the one who got us
the first day he took off almost
with us above and the others below,
but whose faces are those the roof
and do they have to look at?
Then the patrol car came in,
and a boy waved from a window.
night fell,
the crew set up shop.

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

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

'A of mine was up there on the roof.'
'outsourcing's to blame as far as I'm
everyone the microphone
to say on television,
and while darkness into the streets
and onto the and railings of Turin,
and the light had gone out on the
that little boy was,
I thought for an that I saw you
among the showing solidarity down there,
but it wasn't you and I up
on the roof out.
days and nights have gone by that day
and traffic in the streets again
only rarely is there who lifts their gaze
and me watching.

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

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

Unchanging days go by and I count them.
let them take the breath of those who follow them closely
stay here and, for now, make do
with a boy's wave.