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Man In Black

Johnny Cash
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MAN IN BLACK

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black
UOMO IN NERO

Vesto sempre de nero e sai perché?
non vedi mai colori attorno a me
perché so' sempre serio te domanderai
ma la risposta forse già la sai

Lo faccio per chi sgobba e poi però
li soldi a fine mese non ce so'
e chi ha rubato il pane ancora sta a pagà
ma è n'arto figlio de sta società

e chi è cresciuto col sentisse di'
questa è 'na guerra e ognuno ha da soffrì
nessuno ja mai detto che la felicità
la trovi con l'amore e la pietà

Vesto così per chi non je la fa
e chi è partito non ritornerà
e li sordati morti nel fiore dell'età
la patria chiama e non puoi rifiutà

per tutti quelli che non ce so più
convinti de combatte per Gesù
eppure per quell'altri passati all'aldilà
pe 'na bandiera oppure per Allah

Lo so ovunque vai ce sta da fà
e ce so cose dure da cambià
ma finché non iniziamo a fa qualcosa noi
tutto de nero sempre me vedrai

Me piacerebbe dire che è tutto OK
sdraiamme al sole e pensà a i fatti miei
ma resto solo al buio a ricordavve che
so l'omo ar buio e adesso sai perché


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