Nhạc sĩ: Lucio Dalla | Lời: Lucio Dalla
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Young and hard as he is.
In me.
you as it
is really.
We hide at night for fear of motorists,
of the not-so-famous.
We are the black cats,
we are pessimists,
we are the bad thoughts.
And we have nothing to eat,
as the sea is deep.
As the sea is deep.
Baba,
you are a great hunter of quails and beans.
Hunt away these flies that don't let me sleep,
that make me angry.
As the sea is deep.
As the sea is deep.
It's useless,
there is no more work,
no more decoration.
God,
who is trying to divide us,
to make us evil,
to make us deny.
As the sea is deep.
As the sea is deep.
With the force of a trick,
the man became someone.
He resurrected the dead,
he broke the prisons,
he blocked the trains with the wagons.
He raised the poor for a moment,
a difficult role to maintain.
Then he let him fall, crying and screaming.
As the sea is deep.
Then from just a scream he became a drum,
and the poor man,
like a lamp in the sky,
started a war to conquer that mirror of earth.
And his poor heart
had to cultivate.
As the sea is deep.
As the sea is deep.
But the earth was torn away,
including the one that remained on it,
a skeleton in a palace in a moat,
I don't remember well.
And then a story of chains, chains stabbed,
and experimental surgery.
As the sea is deep.
As the sea is deep.
Maybe an aviator invented the commotion,
that put everyone in agreement,
the good with the bad,
with some damage for the bad,
that ended up delivering a piece of mirror,
so that you could look at yourself.
As the sea is deep.
As the sea is deep.
And the fish,
from which we all descend,
assisted curious to the collective drama of this world,
which undoubtedly had to seem bad,
started to think
of their great sea.
As the sea is deep.
It
is clear that thought is annoying,
even if those who think are mute like a fish,
indeed it is a fish,
it is like a fish difficult to block,
because the sea protects it,
until the sea protects it.
As the sea is deep.
As the sea is deep.
Certainly.
Who commands is not willing to make poetic distinctions.
Thought,
like the ocean,
cannot be blocked,
cannot be recanted.
So they are burning the sea.
So they are killing the sea.
So they are humiliating the sea.
So they are bending the sea.
Ah.
Hm.
they like.