the beauty of Saturday nights singing in the street, free in our few years.
But:
"And they're gone
Another king has died
And we won’t be angels"
or
"And I dreamed that I lived, but it wasn’t true
I dreamed that I died, and deep down I liked it
Like singing hymns
My crazy brothers, half saints and vagabonds
With hope in their pockets and the myth of freedom
Who wanted everything
Who played at living"
who played at living...
Gino D'Eliso - 04 - Non Saremo Angeli (1977) from LP