This song I remember from the late seventies, when-if I remember correctly, was the name of the book Youth Radiopopolare, I heard quite often.
I find myself in the headphones to hear it 2:47 at night, with thoughts that go go go ...
Here are excerpts of the text:
Oh the passenger He rides
and he rides He
looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the citys ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine
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