Luyện nghe bài hát Sottosopra

Much more the ground beneath my feet
here I miss voices and the
and I miss you, because I seen you
since I've been
We went up before the ended
to the roof 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 are those above the roof
and do they have to look at?
Then the car came tearing in,
and a little boy waved a window.
before fell,
the television set up shop.

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

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

'A relative of mine was up on the roof.'
'outsourcing's to as far as I'm concerned'
everyone the microphone
to say on television,
and while darkness sank into the
and the gates and railings of Turin,
and the light had gone out on the
where little boy was,
I thought for an that I saw you
among the others showing solidarity there,
but it you and I stayed up
on the camping out.
days and nights have gone by that day
and there's in the streets again
only rarely is there someone who lifts gaze
and me watching.

My comrades gone, too, and I understand them
it so easy to stay
if there's someone 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 even about
who got us fired.

Unchanging go by and I don't count them.
let them take away the breath of those who follow them
stay here and, for now, make do
with a little wave.