wave (dedicato all’Onda)

hokusai_wave_1.jpg
 
loro (io?) scrivono la canzone del maggio di de andré sulla stoffa strappata. loro (io?) vedono l’arcobaleno. loro (io?) camminano su marmi antichi, arrivati fin qui nella linea spazio-tempo. loro (io) sono tatuati. e noi sentiamo questo, a palla dal furgoncino bianco:
 
 
We’ll be singing
When we’re winning
We’ll be singing

I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never going to
Keep me down

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the better times:

Oh danny boy
Danny boy
Danny boy…

I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never going to
Keep me down

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky drink
He drinks a vodka drink
He drinks a lager drink
He drinks a cider drink
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the good times
He sings the songs that
Remind him
Of the better times:

Don’t cry for me
Next door neighbour…

I get knocked down
But I get up again
You’re never going to
Keep me down

We’ll be singing
When we’re winning
We’ll be singing