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Every story has its own ending
everybody say so
even the one about a football and about this world here
begun on a small field
of dirt and courage
and you leave everything behind in a Sunday of May
You'll give away your pen, but not your poetry
to a young champion that will throw himself away
with a bank account full
like joints
of liquids and lies
that never are emotions
and the mind becomes strong
and protects the heart
which will never understand
the meaning of a farewell
You'll give away your pen, but not your poetry
to a young champion that will throw himself away
in a winter day he'll think of you
this is how life goes, it will always go this way
the last contact with the ball
your hardest action
the last goodbye
to that giant soul
to someone you are an hero
to others you are good
you don't know what you are
maybe just a man
You'll give away your pen, but not your poetry
to a young champion that will throw himself away
and one day history will condemn him too
this is how life goes, it will always go this way
The store in the city center
doesn't have your t-shirt anymore
the ashes melts away
and the sky goes back to...
blue