#Eugenioèungenio
Anna is 18 and feels so alone
She has a sad face and doesn’t say a word
So certain that no one would understand
And even if they did, they would surely betray her
And in her room at night before sleeping
She reads about loves and all the adventures
Inside the books that someone else writes
That dreams at night, but by day doesn’t live
And she listens to her dear radio to hear
A bit of common sense and voices full of warmth
And the tender verses of all those singers
With childlike faces and their broken hearts
But for some time now it's hard to escape
There’s something in the air that can’t be ignored
It’s sweet but strong and never lets you go
It’s a wave that grows and follows you wherever you go
It’s the music, the rebel music
That vibrates in your bones
That seeps into your skin
That tells you to go out
That screams at you to change
To let go of the nonsense
And to start fighting
Marco collects records
And knows every new band by heart
Meanwhile, he dreams of going to California
Or to the gates of the cosmos up in Germany
And he says: "Here with us, the music isn’t bad
What I can’t stand are just the lyrics"
But then he finds them every time he goes out
In the posters or written on the walls
And it’s the music, the rebel music
That vibrates in your bones
That seeps into your skin
That tells you to go out
That screams at you to change
To let go of the nonsense
And to start fighting
Eugenio Finardi - Musica Ribelle- Live Parco Lambro 1976