Legno norvegese, ricordi adolescenziali e vinello nel cervello. Mescolare bene!

A volte, con il dovuto quantitativo di buon vino e le conseguenti stonature, si può arrivare ad interpretare il senso di una vecchia canzoncina come quello di un conflitto fra lavoratori e disoccupati. Non è però consigliabile dar sempre fuoco a tutto.

I once had a girl, or should I say, she once had me... 
She showed me her room, isn't it good, norwegian wood? 


She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere, 
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair. 


I sat on a rug, biding my time, drinking her wine 
We talked until two and then she said, "It's time for bed" 


She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh. 
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath 


And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown 
So I lit a fire, isn't it good, norwegian wood.

Buone cuffie please...!

(Ma sospenderò i commenti, perchè sarebbero un po' imbarazzanti no?)