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Auff!!
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италијански
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Norman
Norman
PhD student in phylosophy
Threw himself off the 7th floor
“I have no future!” he shouts while flying away
This rubbish will never have an end
A professor has already confessed
Every exam was rigged
Everything was prepared
Everything was organised
Prague Spring
Jan palach’s fire, you remember it?
Majakovskij shot himself
Maybe hopes are dead in Russia, too
Maybe hopes are dead in Russia, too
Norman, buddy
We’re so small that when we fall
Nobody hears us
Norman, buddy
We’re so small that when we fall
Nobody hears us
But, tell me, you still thinking about your future?
Still thinking about your job?
(What job, anyways?
What job, anyways?)
Some friends are outraged, Norman
But sooner or later they’ll be shut up, too
Norman, can you imagine the joy
Maybe they’ll name a lecture hall after you
Isn’t it funny?
Doesn’t it seem funny?
Norman, buddy
We’re so small that when we fall
Nobody hears us
We don’t make that rumble
That’s made by the entrepreneur
That’s made by the statesman
Norman, buddy
We’re so small that when we fall
Nobody hears us
We don’t make that rumble
That’s made by the entrepreneur
That’s made by the statesman
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Коментари аутора:
The song is dedicated to Norman Zarcone, an extremely gifted university student who killed himself because of rigged exams in 2010.
I suggest researching into his story: his future was ripped away from his hands. They named a roundabout after him in Palermo.
Hope u enjoyed the translation :)