Un medico

Da bambino volevo guarire i ciliegi
quando rossi di frutti li credevo feriti
la salute per me li aveva lasciati
coi fiori di neve che avevan perduti.

Un sogno, fu un sogno ma non durò poco
per questo giurai che avrei fatto il dottore
e non per un Dio ma nemmeno per gioco:
perché i ciliegi tornassero in fiore,
perché i ciliegi tornassero in fiore.

(F. De Andrè)

Another day in paradise – Phil Collins

She calls out to the man on the street
Sir, can you help me?
It is cold and I have nowhere to sleep
Is there somewhere you can tell me?
He walks on, doesn’t look back
He pretends he can’t hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrased to be there
Oh, think twice,
‘cos it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice,
‘cos it’s just another day for you,
you and me in paradise
She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she’s been crying
She’s got blisters on the soles of her feet
Can’t walk but she is trying
Oh, think twice,
‘cos it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice, ‘cos it’s just another day for you,
you and me in paradise
Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh Lord, there must be something you can say
You can tell from the lines on her face
you can see that she’s been there
Probably been moved on from every place
‘Cause she didn’t fit in there
Oh, think twice,
‘cos it’s another day for you and me in paradise
Oh, think twice, ‘cos it’s just another day for you,
you and me inparadise
It’s another day for you and me in paradise
It’s another day for you and me in paradise
It’s another day for you and me in paradise