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Roberto Vecchioni winner of San Remo

A huge thank you to Roberta Flack who gave us words of truth, that every now and fortunately make you feel! Call

still love
And the boat that flew in the sky
that children were still playing
I would have given the whole sea
just to get vedermeli;
for the poet who can not sing for the worker
that no longer has his job
for those twenty years and stands to die in a
deserton like a pigsty
and for all boys and girls
defending a book, a book so beautiful in real
shouting in the streets because they are killing the
thought
to the bastard who is always in the sun
for the coward who hides
heart for our memory
thrown away by these guys still love the pain
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always love
Given that this night will
even finish, because the
fill us from here
music and words still love

Call me Call me always love
In this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remained one man still love

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Why
ideas are like butterflies that you can not take away the wings
because the ideas are like
stars who do not storm off
because the ideas are rumors of
mother who believed they had lost, and
are like the smile of God
spit in this universe still love

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always love this damn night
will even finish, because the
fill us from here
of music and words;
still love Call me Call me always love

Keep writing life
between silence and thunder

defend this humanity that is so true in every man
still love Call me Call me
still love always love

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always still love love this goddamn
That night
but will end up, because
fill us from here
of music and words;
Call me Call me always love still love

In this hopeless dream
between silence and thunder
defend humanity this
also remained one man still
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still love love love always
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