Fools Gold

Id-dalma tal-lejl tiftah is-siparju ghal att gdid fit-tejatrin tal-hajja ta' kuljum. U b'naqra ghajnuna minn hemm u minn haw, l-iswed u l-abjad jidhru orangjo u lela', dik li qabel kienet art b'sinjal tal-iSTOP impingi fuqha ssir moghdija ghad-dritt, il-pakkett sigaretti ta mal-art isir naghga u l-basket tal-plastik isir halq tal-ljun.

Ikolli nghid, rajt anke zagaberri jaqsmu t-triq id'id f'ringiela ta' tnejn tnejn.

Imma ta' min jghid kollox.

Dan kollu rajtu jien u sejjer id-dar wara lejla f'hanut tax-xorb u l-muzika ghaddejja. U boys' night msawwar ghal tal-apposta...nitbieghdu minn Belt-il-Hazen imma kif fil-fatt jigri dejjem nidhlu aktar fil-fond. Sabih wisq titkellem ma nies godda, nies bi pjan li ma jaghmlux pjan imma just jibnu fuq il-kuragg u l-kunfidenza taghhom. Prosit.

The gold road’s sure a long road

Winds on through the hills for fifteen days

The pack on my back is aching

The straps seem to cut me like a knife

These boots were made for walking

The marquis de sade don’t wear no boots like these

Gold’s just around the corner

Breakdown’s coming up round the bend

Sometimes you have to try to get along dear

I know the truth and I know what you’re thinking

Down down down down da down down down