Sogni di R&R - Luciano Ligabue

Siamo qui

gia’le quattro e siamo qui

finestrini socchiusi su strade indifese

dai nostri pesanti hp E cosi’anche il sabato e’andato cosi'

si e’bevuto ballato qualcuno ha imbarcato

il piu’scemo le ha prese e ha una faccia cosi'

Ombra dure adatte all’ora

l’autoradio intanto va Rithm’n’Blues

e pestiamo coi piedi di piu'

finche’il polso cammina facciamo mattina

tenendoci su coi

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

e guai a chi ci sveglia

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

sognando il meglio

E poi c’e'

come al solito c’e’quello che

che non tiene mai l’alcool e allora ci tocca accostare

finche’ce n’e'

e ancora via

a pedinare una morbida scia

una striscia invitante, talmente accogliente

da perderci il fiato e che sia quel che sia

E le casse sono zeppe

i suoni son violenti ma:

cosa c’e'?

c’e’che tanto benzina ce n’e'

uno fa il batterista, l’altro il chitarrista

tu basso, tastiere, io voce

gli idioti del playback fan

playback fan

playback fan

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

e guai a chi ci sveglia

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

Sogni di Rock’n’Roll

sognando il meglio

We are here

already four o'clock and we are here

half-closed windows on defenseless streets

from our heavy hp And so on Saturday too it went like this

he drank danced someone boarded

the dumbest took them and has a face like this

Harsh shadows suitable for the hour

meanwhile the car radio goes Rithm'n'Blues

and we stamp with our feet more

as long as the wrist is walking, we make the morning

holding on with

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

and woe to those who wake us up

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

dreaming of the best

And then there is

as usual there is what

who never holds alcohol and then we have to approach

as long as there is

and away again

to follow a soft wake

an inviting strip, so welcoming

breathtaking and let it be what it is

And the crates are full

the sounds are violent but:

what's up'?

there is a lot of petrol

one is a drummer, the other a guitarist

you bass, keyboards, I voice

the idiots of playback fans

playback fan

playback fan

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

and woe to those who wake us up

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

Dreams of Rock'n'Roll

dreaming of the best