Noruwei no Mori- Norwegian Wood.

Noruwei no Mori, ovvero come sconfiggere la morte trasformandola in una parte necessaria della vita.
Noruwei no Mori, ovvero come vivere i possibili amori, senza ipocrisie.
Noruwei no Mori, ovvero come recuperare la sincerità adolescenziale.
Noruwei no Mori, grazie maestro Haruki Murakami
Norwegian Wood, grazie ai Beatles.

Noruwei no Mori, or how to defeat death, transforming it into a necessary part of life.
Noruwei no Mori, or how to live possible loves, without hypocrisy.
Noruwei no Mori, or how to retrieve the adolescent sincerity.
Noruwei no Mori, thanks master Haruki Murakami
Norwegian Wood, thanks the Beatles.


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.