hey you

Mancano 11 giorni alla Maratona di Firenze.
Nel viaggio di avvicinamento oggi tocca a uno dei pezzi più belli dei Pink Floyd, paradigma del muro che ci costruiamo coi nostri simili.
Da brividi.




Hey you,
Out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me?


Hey you,
Standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile,
Can you feel me?


Hey you,
Don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in, without a fight.


Hey you,
Out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone,
Would you touch me?


Hey you,
With your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out,
Would you touch me?


Hey you,
Would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.

But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high, as you can see.
No matter how he tried, he could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.


Hey you,
Out there on the road,
Always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?


Hey you,
Out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?


Hey you,
Don't tell me there's no hope at all.
Together we stand, divided we fall.