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Another one of my favs...

 

I love this song...2 of the most important italian singers ever...bad Quality and you have to read the text please



The Boy From Via Gluck (The Boy From Gluck Street)
this is the story
of one of us.
and this boy, by chance, was born in Via Gluck.
in a house outside the city
where people are quiet and hardworking

Where there was grass, now there is
a city
and that house
in the middle of green fields, by now?
where can it be?

this boy from Via Gluck
he enjoyed playing with me
but one day he said to me
"I'm going to the city"
and he was crying while he said it.
I said "my dear friend
aren't you happy?
you'll finally live in the city.
there you can find all the things you don't have here.
you can shower without going
down into the courtyard!"

My dear friend said to me
"I was born here,
in this street
now I leave my heart.
How do you not understand
that you who stay are the lucky ones?
you can run barefoot through the fields
while i'm downtown breathing the cement.
but there will come a time when I return
back here
and i'll hear my friend, the train
that whistles like so:
'wa wa!'"

The years pass
and 8 years is a long time.
Though the boy has come a long way
he does not forget his first house.
now, with the money to buy it
he returns, but doesn't find the friends he had
just house on top of house
asphalt and cement

Where there was grass, now there is
a city
and that house
in the middle of green fields, by now?
where can it be?

Ehi, Ehi,

La la la... la la la la la...

Eh no,
I don't know, i don't know why
why they continue
to build houses
and they don't leave any grass
they don't leave any grass
they don't leave any grass
they don't leave any grass

Eh no,
if we are progressing like this, who knows
how we will end up
who knows...
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Love that song...you see i'm depeche fan



I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong
Wrong
There's something wrong with me chemically
Something wrong with me inherently
The wrong mix in the wrong genes
I reached the wrong ends by the wrong means
It was the wrong plan
In the wrong hands
With the wrong theory for the wrong man
The wrong lies, on the wrong vibes
The wrong questions with the wrong replies
Wrong
Wrong
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And…
I was marching to the wrong drum
With the wrong scum
Pissing out the wrong energy
Using all the wrong lines
And the wrong signs
With the wrong intensity
I was on the wrong page of the wrong book
With the wrong rendition of the wrong hook
Made the wrong move, every wrong night
With the wrong tune played till it sounded right yeah
Wrong
Wrong
Too long
Wrong
I was born with the wrong sign
In the wrong house
With the wrong ascendancy
I took the wrong road
That led to the wrong tendencies
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time
For the wrong reason and the wrong rhyme
On the wrong day of the wrong week
I used the wrong method with the wrong technique
Wrong