Luyện nghe bài hát Sottosopra

Much more than the ground my feet
here I miss and the city
and I miss you, because I seen you
I've been here
We went up the shift ended
to the roof to see
from up there we could finally see
the one who got us
the day he took off almost hurriedly
with us above and the others below,
but whose faces are those above the
and what do 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 the television
can me come down
no, I'm not coming
you go
and go on television.

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

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

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

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

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