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خاطرم هست من و یکی از دوستانم سال ها پیش جزو اولین دسته هایی بودیم که مدل اصیل رپ را به هموطنان خود اشائه می دادیم...البته من آن روزها دور موهایم را کاملا سفید می کردم...و لباسهایی که می پوشیدم از خود بریتانیا آمده بود...شلوارجین شش جیب می پوشیدم که هنوز کسی ندیده بود و از ماهواره هم خبری نبود که مردم فوری الگو بگیرند...اما دوستم برخلاف مدل موی من که کج تاجی بود...علاقهء زیادی به الویس داشت...او از gel مو استفاده می کرد و من حتی از سشوار نیز پرهیز می کردم...چه فحش ها که نخوردیم و چه انگ ها که برما زده نشد...ابنه ای کوچک ترین انگ بود...اما من در آن دوران دقیقا منش رپ ها را دنبال می کردم و از مرام خود با دلیل دفاع می کردم...بگذریم دوران خنده داری بود...از آن سال ها دیگرکم تر پیش آمده است که دوباره کتونی اسپورت بپوشم...روزبه روز بیش ترآب رفتم و درنهایت به سر و وضع چریک های آورکت پوش سبیل بلند رسیدم که موهایم را از ته می تراشیدم...بعد مدت ها که دوباره جی جی دی آگوستینو را شنیدم دوباره آن خاطرات خنده دار در من زنده شد...یادش به خیر...دی آگوستینو مرد کوچه پس کوچه های ایتالیا بود...یک ایتالیای بریگادی...یک زندگی چریکی و در عین حال صلح طلب...طعم خوش آن روزها دوباره زنده شد...
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Make it home, don't care
Oh no they don't care
...Ever knowing the way
.They made up their minds and they started packing
.They left before the sun came up that day
.An exit to eternal summer slacking
?But where were they going without ever knowing the way
.They drank up the wine and they got to talking
.They now had more important things to say
.And when the car broke down the started walking
?Where were they going without ever knowing the way
.Anyone can see the road that they walk on is paved with gold
It's always summer they'll never get cold, they'll never get hungry, they'll never get old and grey
,You can see thier shadows wandering off somewhere
,they won't make it home but they really don't care
.they wanted the highway they're happier there today..Today
Make it home, don't care
Oh no they don't care
.Thier children woke up and they couldn't find them
.They left before the sun came up that day
.They just drove off and left it all behind them
?But where were they going without ever knowing the way
.Anyone can see the road that they walk on is paved with gold
It's always summer they'll never get cold, they'll never get hungry, they'll never get old and grey
You can see thier shadows wandering off somewhere
.they won't make it home but they really don't care
.They wanted the highway they're happier there today..Today
.Anyone can see the road that they walk on is paved with gold
It's always summer they'll never get cold, they'll never get hungry, they'll never get old and grey
You can see thier shadows wandering off somewhere
.they won't make it home but they really don't care
.They wanted the highway they're happier there today..Today
Make it home, don't care
Oh no they don't care
....Ever knowing the way