Where Have all the Flowers Gone
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WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago? Where have all the flowers gone? Gone to young girls, every one! When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn? Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing? Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago? Where have all the young girls gone? Gone to young men, every one! When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn? Where have all the young men gone, long time passing? Where have all the young men gone, long time ago? Where have all the young men gone? Gone to soldiers, every one! When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn? And where have all the soldiers gone, long time passing? Where have all the soldiers gone, long time ago? Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards, every one! When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn? And where have all the graveyards gone, long time passing? Where have all the graveyards gone, long time ago? Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers, every one! When will they ever learn, oh when will they ever learn? Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing. Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago. Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls picked them, every one. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? | WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago? Where have all the flowers gone? Gone to young girls, every one! When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn? C'era un ragazzo che come me amava i Beatles e i Rolling Stones girava il mondo, veniva da gli Stati Uniti d'America. Non era bello ma accanto a sé aveva mille donne se cantava "Help" e "Ticket to ride" o "Lady Jane" o "Yesterday". Cantava "Viva la libertà" ma ricevette una lettera, la sua chitarra mi regalò fu richiamato in America. Stop! coi Rolling Stones! Stop! coi Beatles. Stop! Gli han detto vai nel Vietnam e spara ai Vietcong... C'era un ragazzo che come me amava i Beatles e i Rolling Stones girava il mondo, ma poi finì a far la guerra nel Vietnam. Capelli lunghi non porta più, non suona la chitarra ma uno strumento che sempre dà la stessa nota ratatata. Non ha più amici, non ha più fans, vede la gente cadere giù: nel suo paese non tornerà adesso è morto nel Vietnam. Stop! coi Rolling Stones! Stop coi Beatles. Stop! Nel petto un cuore più non ha ma due medaglie o tre... |