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Michael's Bones

Michael's bones
Lay where he fell
Face down on a sports ground

He was just somebody's luckless son
Oh, but now look what he's done
Oh, look what he's done

Your gentle hands are frozen
And your unkissed lips are blue
Your thinning clothes are hopeless
And no one was mad about you

Michael's bones
Were very young
But they were never to know
Impetuous fun
Mr. Policeman
"I don't know where you get such notions from"

His gentle hands are frozen
And his unkissed lips are blue
But his eyes still cry

And now you've turned the last bend
And see - are we all judged the same at the end?
Tell me, tell me

Oh, you lucky thing
You are too brave
And I'm ashamed of myself
As usual




Album: My Early Burglary Years
Year of Publication: 1998
Lyrics: Morrissey
Music: Stephen Street

last update: 11.10.2005

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Le ossa di Michael

Le ossa di Michael
giacciono dove lui cadde
faccia in gi su un campo sportivo

Lui era soltanto il figlio sfortunato di qualcuno
Oh, ma guarda ora che cosa gli successo
Oh, guarda che cosa gli successo

Le tue mani gentili sono congelate
e le tue labbra pure sono blu
I tuoi vestiti leggeri sono terribili
e nessuno era pazzo di te

Le ossa di Michael
erano molto giovani
ma non avrebbero mai conosciuto
il divertimento impetuoso
Signor Poliziotto
"Non so davvero come le vengano certe idee!"

Le sue mani gentili sono congelate
e le sue labbra pure sono blu
ma i suoi occhi ancora lacrimano

Ed ora che hai svoltato l'ultima curva
e vedi - veniamo tutti giudicati lo stesso alla fine?
Dimmi, dimmi

Oh, tu che fortuna!
Sei troppo coraggioso
ed io ho vergogna di me stesso
come al solito




Album: My Early Burglary Years
Anno di pubblicazione: 1998
Testo: Morrissey
Musica: Stephen Street

ultimo agg.: 11.10.2005

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