It is the meeting of faces which transforms our life.
This is what Valentina Bach and Dorian Dionisi have experienced in their encounter with the face and history of Alì and other young immigrants, some now in Trieste with a regular residence permit. From that meeting of faces and the innate musical art in them, a song was born that they felt they could write to denounce to “our” world what is happening at the gates of our Europe, what is widely known as “The Game”.
Don Paolo Iannacone
Lyrics
Would you like to run away
Getting out of this bad game
So many traps along the alien road
So shut and sealed the only escape Door
Would you like to run away
Getting out of this bad game
You can’t go back your mother sold the house
To send the money to the dirty louse
It’s time for you to move
To leave again the unlivable camp
This is the game
A man is walking in the night
His shoes will break before the light
Hunted like a boar
By the guardians of the Door
A man is walking in the night – he must hide
His eyes remember failing twice – he’s terrified
The guardians beat you up – stop stop
They send you back to the start
A man is walking in the night – he must hide
His eyes remember failing twice – he’s terrified
The guardians beat you up – stop stop
They send you back to the start
Running like the fastest hare
Crawling in the time of scare
So many levels of the game you passed
Your heart has brought you to this town at last
It’s time for you to stay
You’ll think about your mom every day
This is the game
A man is walking in the night
His shoes will break before the light
Hunted like a boar
By the guardians of the Door
A man is walking in the night – he must hide
His eyes remember failing twice – he’s terrified
The guardians beat you up – stop stop
They send you back to the start
A man is walking in the night
Please let him reach the finish line
He has not committed any crime
He only seeks a better life
