Our generation wears long hair.
With our clobbered minds, we still wink an eye to say
Meet me, meet me at the bottom of the stairs.
Our generation whistles in the dark,
Has faith in faithlessness and in blue sky.
Our heroes now are either none, or ev'ryone.
Our saints also are only you and I.
Our generation won't remake this ravished world.
Our generation can only try
To wink an eye at ev'ryone, yes, ev'ryone.
Saying meet me at the beginning of the sky!
Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2006/1/3 - 22:31
Note for non-Italian users: Sorry, though the interface of this website is translated into English, most commentaries and biographies are in Italian and/or in other languages like French, German, Spanish, Russian etc.