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  • Gianni Morandi

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Alone on the rooftop

I hate September.
I hate nights.
This clean air refreshes
The beloved image.
It's so sad to think
About someone who's not here.
But I go back to play
With this pain,
Thinking about you.
It's sad to put my pyjamas on and stand here,
In front of a little colour screen,
So motionless,
To feel a little bit lost, then
 
You cry for help
But no one can hear you
And especially her.
You wait for the end of the news
And then go to bed.
You'd like to fly away
But instead you stay still
There, on the rooftop terrace,
You just stand there and stare...
 
Look how many lights go on
And off down there.
Inside which lighted window
Have you locked yourself up this night?
And whose hand, together with you,
Will turn off the lights?
Sometimes these thoughts hurt me.
Anyway, it's cold outside,
And it's better to go inside and forget about some things.
 
You cry for help
But no one can hear you
And especially her.
You wait for the end of the news
And then go to bed.
You'd like to fly away
But instead you stay still
There, on this rooftop terrace,
You just stand there and stare...
 
You cry, cry, cry,
Cry for help
But no one can hear you
And especially her.
You'd like to fly away
But instead you stay still
There, on this rooftop terrace,
You just stand there and stare...
Alone on the rooftop...
On the rooftop...
 
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