Siamo in onda - Luciano Ligabue

Se ne frega di serrande

Di finestre sempre chiuse

Di sistemi troppo grandi

Di destini gi decisi

E finisce sotto i letti

Dove si balla da un po'

Sembra quello che non vince

Il suo istinto da guardone

Ha la faccia come il culo

Di chi si fa perdon

are

Sembra il suono di una voce

Che parte proprio da te Siamo in onda: d qualchecosa

Tieni l’onda, tienila accesa

Prendi l’onda finch ti passa di l Finch ti passa di l

E’leggero come l’aria

Anzi forse pi leggero

E finisce in qualche stereo

Che qualcuno ha preso in nero

E finisce nella vita

Di chi dice: e io che ne so?

Siamo in onda: d qualchecosa

Tieni l’onda, tienila accesa

Prendi l’onda finch ti passa di l Finch ti passa di l

Doesn't care about shutters

Of windows always closed

Systems that are too large

Of destinies already decided

And it ends up under the beds

Where we have been dancing for a while

It seems the one who doesn't win

His voyeur instinct

She has a face like her ass

Whom is forgiven

are

It sounds like the sound of a voice

What starts right from you We are on the air: give something

Keep the wave, keep it on

Catch the wave as long as it passes you by there Finch it passes you by there

It is as light as air

Indeed perhaps lighter

And it ends up in some stereo

That someone took in black

And it ends in life

Of whom does he say: what do I know?

We are on the air: give something

Keep the wave, keep it on

Catch the wave as long as it passes you by there Finch it passes you by there