Questa la colonna sonora che accompangna Sangue Al Cuore.

In ordine di apparizione:

“Si va dritti a casa senza più pensare che la guerra è bella anche se fa male.”

“…nella pietà che non cede al rancore…”

“sei tu che hai un vento nuovo tra le braccia mentre mi vieni incontro”

“spara Jurij spara, spera Jurij spera”

He’s in the films and songs And on all your magazines It’s everywhere that you may go The devil’s radio.

E la sera in camera prima di dormire legge di amori e di tutte le avventure dentro nei libri che qualcun altro scrive che sogna la notte, ma di giorno poi non vive

That summer seemed to last forever And if I had the choice

“you’re gone How can I even try to go on? When you’re gone Though I try how can I carry on?”

Now I got a reason, now i got a reason, Now I got a reason and I’m still waiting Now I got a reason, now I got a reason to be waiting The berlin wall

Jesus loves you more than you will know

Some day, when I’m awfully low, When the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you And the way you look tonight.

You called, I can’t hear a thing. I have got no service.

I don’t know what I wanto but I know I how to get it.

“I Am a lexicon devil with a battered brain And I’m lookin’ for a future the world’s my aim

“…Living in a material world And I am a material girl You know that we are living in a material world And I am a material girl…”

“Non ha mai pagato per fare l’amore e non ha mai vinto un premio aziendale”

“…ho sentito un juke-box che suonava e nei sogni di bambino…

I’m not ashamed of being a Punk and don’t give a damn and I don’t care what you say cause I believe in anarchy.”

Last Christmas I gave you my heart But the very next day, you gave it away This year, to save me from tears I’ll give it to someone special

“I was in line with mr. Jimmy and man, did he look pretty ill we decide that we would have a soda…”

“Maybe you’ll be out there on that road, somewhere in some bus or train, Travelling along in some motel room, there’ll be a radio playing and you’ll hear me sing this song.”

“A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep”

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see. It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn’t matter much to me.”

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