blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here."
Pink Floyd, 1975.
Correvo la solita strada per arrivare a casa sua.
Una strada non trafficata, in mezzo alle risaie.
Il riso cresceva, innalzandosi dall'acqua.
E' sorto inevitabile il collegamento alla magnifica canzone dei Pink Floyd,
Wish You Were Here.
E ti vorrei davvero qua con me.
"Can you tell a green field?"