It happens to all parents to stand near the cradle of their sleeping child and think about his tomorrow, with anguish, clutching his hand......
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Reactionary Lullaby
Lyrics
and music by Oscar Bartoli The fairy
tales that the others will tell you will be more interesting than those of
you father who repeats, without any conviction, consumed stories about
wizards and fairies. The smiles of all the other women will be
sweeter than those of your mother who reminds of your duties too much, while it is good to fly without a
target. And then
somebody will open your eyes, saying that you were suffocated in a
narrow-minded and reactionary place, that the family is something of the
past. If the world is like that of your father, why waste yourself in an
absurd battle? t’s better to find the ideal somewhere, it’s better to null
yourself and not think of anything? So then in your looks, my son, I’ll
maybe discover a lot of compassion for a life uselessly spent, serving every
master like a dog. How I
would like to protect you, little Chick? how I
would avoid your suffering? Sleep and smile, holding my hand Grazie Oscar, molto interassante, Hal |
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