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You'd rather look up north
At Silvio's songs
And a crucifix between your breasts
Than a book on Marxism.

Maybe tomorrow the sun will rise
And everything will be different,
The sad thing will be that by then
We won't be the same.

There's a rain about to fall,
The old Bob Dylan said so,
Nobody likes to lose
No matter what they say.

And we spend our time
Just looking at the past,
Living without realizing
Everything we've kept silent.

You'd rather look up north
At Silvio's songs
And a crucifix between your breasts
Than a book of the same.

Maybe tomorrow the sun will rise
And everything will be different,
The sad thing will be that by then
We won't be the same,
The sad thing will be that by then
We won't think the same,
The sad thing will be that by then
We won't be...