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Grazie Lucio Dalla


It's us, there are many of us, we hide at night

For fear of motorists, linotypists

We are the black cats, we are pessimists

We are bad thoughts and we have nothing to eat

How deep is the sea

How deep is the sea

[Verse 2]

Father, you were a great hunter of quail and pheasants

Chase away these flies that won't let me sleep

Which make me angry

How deep is the sea

How deep is the sea

It's useless, there's no more work, there's no more decorum

God or whoever is trying to divide us

To hurt us, to drown us

How deep is the sea

How deep is the sea

[Verse 4]

With the force of blackmail, the man became someone

He also raised the dead, opened up prisons

He blocked six trains with related wagons

For a moment it elevated the poor man to a difficult role to maintain

Then he dropped him, crying and screaming, alone in the middle of the sea

How deep is the sea

[Verse 5]

Then by itself the scream became a drum

And the poor as a flash in the sky sure

He started a war to conquer that piece of land

Which his big heart had to cultivate

How deep is the sea

How deep is the sea

[Verse 6]

But the earth was taken from him, including that which remained on him

He was thrown into a building, into a ditch, I don't remember exactly

Then a story of chains, beatings and experimental surgery

How deep is the sea

How deep is the sea

Meanwhile a mystic, perhaps an aviator, invented emotion

That he put everyone back together, the beautiful with the ugly

With some damage for the ugly ones, who were handed over

A piece of mirror so you can look at yourself

How deep is the sea

How deep is the sea

[Verse 8]

Meanwhile the fish, from which we all descend

They watched the collective drama with curiosity

Of this world which undoubtedly must have seemed bad to them

And they began to think in their great sea

How deep is the sea

In their great sea

How deep is the sea

[Verse 9]

It is clear that the thought is annoying

Even if whoever thinks he is as dumb as a fish

Indeed a fish and as a fish it is difficult to block

Because the sea protects it

How deep is the sea

[Verse 10]

Of course, those in charge are not willing to make poetic distinctions

Thought, like the ocean, you cannot block it, you cannot fence it

So they are burning the sea

Thus they are killing the sea

Thus they are humiliating the sea

So they are bending the sea


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