Come deve andare - 883

Erano le vacanze di Natale

Nell’anno di quel freddo micidiale

Il mio Peugeot col gelo arrancava

Tossiva un po', partiva e si fermava

Mi super uno col fifty nero

Lo vidi che rideva, son sicuro

Dall’alto del suo fifty sia di me che del Peugeot

Cos tornai a casa un po' umiliato

Col ghiaccio che dal chiodo era entrato

In profondit, nel mio orgoglio ferito

allora che al volo ho realizzato

Il rischio di passare la mia vita

Sopra un Peugeot che arranca in salita

Mentre uno con il fifty ti sorpassa, ride e va

E tutto va come deve andare

(o perlomeno cos dicono)

E tutto va come deve andare

(o perlomeno me lo auguro)

Se ne and il tempo delle mele

Ed arriv l’inferno delle pere

Amici che non avrei pi rivisto

Sbattuti l, scaraventati in pasto

A una realt che qualche anno dopo

Avrebbe gi riscosso il suo tributo

Da sola o con le quattro letterine magiche

E c’erano quelli gi sistemati

In societ, temuti e rispettati

Guardavano con schifo malcelato

Persone con cui avevano vissuto

Non era pi il tempo di parlare

Con gente che era cos inferiore

Ridendo di un Peugeot in salita che non ce la fa

E tutto va come deve andare

(o perlomeno cos dicono)

E tutto va come deve andare

(o perlomeno me lo auguro)

E siamo qui ai piedi di una strada

Che sale su, ripida e dissestata

La chiamano et della ragione

Ci passano miliardi di persone

Io spero di poterla fare tutta

Guardare gi quando arriver in vetta

Anche arrancando come quel vecchissimo Peugeot

E tutto va come deve andare

(o perlomeno cos dicono)

E tutto va come deve andare

(o perlomeno me lo auguro)

E tutto va come deve andare

(o perlomeno cos dicono)

E tutto va come deve andare

(o perlomeno me lo auguro)

It was the Christmas holidays

In the year of that deadly cold

My Peugeot trudged with frost

He coughed a little, started and stopped

I got over one with the black fifty

I saw him laughing, I'm sure

From the top of his fifty, both me and the Peugeot

So I went home a little humiliated

With the ice that had entered from the piton

Deep inside my wounded pride

then that on the fly I realized

The risk of spending my life

Above a Peugeot plodding uphill

While one with the fifty overtakes you, laughs and goes

And everything goes as it should go

(or so they say)

And everything goes as it should go

(or at least I hope so)

The time for apples is gone

And the hell of pears arrived

Friends I would never see again

Thrown there, thrown into a meal

To a reality that a few years later

It would have already taken its toll

Alone or with the four magic letters

And there were those already settled

In society, feared and respected

They looked on with undisguised disgust

People they had lived with

It was no longer time to speak

With people who were so inferior

Laughing at an uphill Peugeot that can't make it

And everything goes as it should go

(or so they say)

And everything goes as it should go

(or at least I hope so)

And we are here at the foot of a road

Climbing up, steep and bumpy

They call it the age of reason

Billions of people pass through it

I hope I can do it all

Look down when I get to the top

Even struggling like that very old Peugeot

And everything goes as it should go

(or so they say)

And everything goes as it should go

(or at least I hope so)

And everything goes as it should go

(or so they say)

And everything goes as it should go

(or at least I hope so)