Luyện nghe bài hát Sottosopra

Much more the ground beneath my feet
here I voices and the city
and I you, because I haven't seen you
I've been here
We went up the shift ended
to the factory to see
whether from up there we finally see
the one who got us
the first day he off almost hurriedly
with us above and the arguing below,
but whose faces are above the roof
and what do have to look at?
the patrol car came tearing in,
and a boy waved from a window.
night fell,
the television 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 sudden
crammed into a only shelter
the people downstairs crushed
the eye of the broadcast.

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

My have gone, too, and I understand them
it isn't so to stay
if there's waiting for you,
if you have someone you can 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 days go by and I don't them.
let them take away the breath of those who follow them
I'll stay here and, for now, do
a little boy's wave.