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Sottosopra Lyrics - Vitamia - Gianmaria Testa

Much more than the ground beneath my feet 

here I miss voices and the city 

and I miss you, because I haven't seen you 

since I've been here 

We went up before the shift ended 

to the factory roof to see 

whether from up there we could finally see 

the one who got us fired 

the first day he took off almost hurriedly 

with us above and the others arguing below, 

but whose faces are those above the roof 

and what do they have to look at? 

Then the patrol car came tearing in, 

and a little boy waved from a window. 

before night fell, 

the television crew set up shop. 

 

But no, I'm not coming down 

not even the television 

can make me come down 

no, I'm not coming down 

you go ahead 

and go on television. 

 

Like passers-by during a sudden downpour 

crammed into a doorway's only shelter 

the people downstairs crushed themselves 

around the eye of the broadcast. 

 

'A relative of mine was up there on the roof.' 

'outsourcing's to blame as far as I'm concerned' 

everyone wanted the microphone 

to say something on television, 

and while darkness sank into the streets 

and onto the gates and railings of Turin, 

and the light had gone out on the balcony 

where that little boy was, 

I thought for an instant that I saw you 

among the others showing solidarity down there, 

but it wasn't you and I stayed up 

on the roof camping out. 

days and nights have gone by since that day 

and there's traffic in the streets again 

only rarely is there someone who lifts their gaze 

and watches me watching. 

 

My comrades have gone, too, and I understand them 

it isn't so easy to stay 

if there's someone waiting for you, 

if you have someone you can tell things to. 

 

And so, all alone now, I keep watch on my own 

and I no longer care about getting down or going back 

or even about knowing 

who got us fired. 

 

Unchanging days go by and I don't count them. 

let them take away the breath of those who follow them closely 

I'll stay here and, for now, make do 

with a little boy's wave.