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“On this summer day, he hates the sun for being bright
He’s had enough, he pulled down the blinds
And now the room is covered with stripes
Black, white, black, white
Shadow lines are cutting through the light
Black, white, black, white
He’s thinking about the letter he has to write
About those good old days on which he had to fight
For that jersey coloured in white
The memories are flashing like highlights
Dark, bright, dark, bright
Those nine years in Madrid have gone by like a flashlight
And now he doesn’t know is this way wrong or right
Is it wrong or right, black or white?
He’s looking at this contract he can’t unwrite
Black ink and paper of white, black and white
Will everything be alright?
Ciao Torino*, he’s gonna fight
For this jersey covered with stripes
Black, white, black, white
No matter if it’s wrong or right, wrong or right
He’s so complicated at first sight
He has some dakness and inner light
His story is a mix of black and white
Black plus white, black plus white
Those nine years in Madrid are like old photos in black & white
He was the club’s satellite
Is his decision right and clever?
This story was supposed to last forever
Ma non era vero*
Adesso lui è bianconero
E questa storia sembra un film
Un film in bianco e nero”
11 July 2018
“Bianco e nero (Black and white)”
Endnotes:
Ciao Torino - Hello Turin
Finishing lines in Italian: “But it wasn’t true, now he is bianconero (a Juventus player), and this story seems like a movie, a black & white movie.”