Che

Che sapore ha la libertà?
Che odore ha la libertà?
Che suono ha la libertà?
Che sguardo ha la libertà?
Che tocco ha la libertà?

Il gusto speziato di un kebab,
il profumo umido dell'autunno,
il suono di un fiume che scorre,
la vista di un viale alberato,
il sole che ti accarezza la pelle.

AB

Teenager

What's up? 4 non blondes

Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
And I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
ooh, ooh ooh
and I try, oh my god do I try
I try all the time, in this institution
And I pray, oh my god do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

I pomeriggi su MTV
Il liceo
Gli amici
Tutto questo, il 1992.
AB