And after the storm, I run and run as the rains come And I look up, I look up, on my knees and out of luck, I look up.
Night has always pushed up day You must know life to see decay But I won't rot, I won't rot Not this mind and not this heart, I won't rot.
And I took you by the hand And we stood tall, And remembered our own land, What we lived for.
And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears. Get over your hill and see what you find there, With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
And now I cling to what I knew I saw exactly what was true But oh no more. That's why I hold, That's why I hold with all I have. That's why I hold.
I will die alone and be left there. Well I guess I'll just go home, Oh God knows where. Because death is just so full and mine so small. Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.
And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. And love will…
Sentire Barenboim dire "il nostro Paese" è stato veramente emozionante. Lui, cinque passaporti in tasca ma non quello italiano. I vibranti applausi di Napolitano e quelli quasi sforzati di Romani al termine dell'inno (che, con buonapace dei leghisti, sarà sempre Fratelli d'Italia) la dicono poi lunghissima.