Regina Elis
Nothing Will Be Like Before
Talking At The Bar
There came the tram going up and down the hill
And the driver stopped the orchestra for a minute
For me tell stories about the Italian campaign
And the shot he didn't get
I got a huge scare in the wings of Panair
I discovered that things change
And that everything is © small on the wings of Panair
And there goes a boy cursing priest and stone
And there goes a boy licking rotten delight
And there goes a boy, master of all the fruit
Without no sin, no fear
The fear in my life was born much later...
I discovered that my weapon is what
The memory keeps the Panair times
Nothing sad there is something that is not forgotten
Someone insists and speaks to the heart
Everything sad that exists and is not forgotten
Someone insists and hurts the heart
Nothing new exists on this planet
That isn't talked about here at the bar table
And that fight and that hunger for the ball
And that tango and that lady of the night
br/>And that stain and the hidden speech
That at the end of the yard died
The house died one day
Of the days I lived
The beer I drink today is
Only in memory
The times of Panair
The [first Coca-Cola was
I remember it well now
On the wings of Panair
The greatest of wonders was
Flying over the world
On the wings of Panair
Around this table, old and young
Remembering what once was
Around this table, there are others
Speaking in the same way
Around these tables there is the street
Living your normal life
Around this street, a city
Dreaming your metals
Around the city. ..........

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