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Giorgio Gaber "Qualcuno era comunista" paroles

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qualcuno era comunista perché era nato in Emilia.
Qualcuno era comunista perché il nonno, lo zio, il papà… la mamma no.
Qualcuno era comunista perché vedeva la Russia come una promessa, la Cina come una poesia, il comunismo come il "Paradiso Terrestre".
Qualcuno era comunista perché si sentiva solo.
Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva avuto un’educazione troppo cattolica.
Qualcuno era comunista perché il cinema lo esigeva, il teatro lo esigeva, la pittura lo esigeva, la letteratura anche… lo esigevano tutti.
Qualcuno era comunista perché: "La storia è dalla nostra parte!".
Qualcuno era comunista perché glielo avevano detto.
Qualcuno era comunista perché non gli avevano detto tutto.
Qualcuno era comunista perché prima era fascista.
Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva capito che la Russia andava piano ma lontano.
Qualcuno era comunista perché Berlinguer era una brava persona.
Qualcuno era comunista perché Andreotti non era una brava persona.
Qualcuno era comunista perché era ricco ma amava il popolo.
Qualcuno era comunista perché beveva il vino e si commuoveva alle feste popolari.
Qualcuno era comunista perché era così ateo che aveva bisogno di un altro Dio.
Qualcuno era comunista perché era talmente affascinato dagli operai che voleva essere uno di loro.
Qualcuno era comunista perché non ne poteva più di fare l’operaio.
Qualcuno era comunista perché voleva l’aumento di stipendio.
Qualcuno era comunista perché la borghesia - il proletariato - la lotta di classe. Facile no?
Qualcuno era comunista perché la rivoluzione oggi no, domani forse, ma dopo domani sicuramente…
Qualcuno era comunista perché: "Viva Marx, viva Lienin, Viva Mao Zetung".
Qualcuno era comunista per fare rabbia a suo padre.
Qualcuno era comunista perché guardava sempre RAI TRE.
Qualcuno era comunista per moda, qualcuno per principio, qualcuno per frustrazione.
Qualcuno era comunista perché voleva statalizzare tutto.
Qualcuno era comunista perché non conosceva gli impiegati statali, parastatali e affini.
Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva scambiato il "materialismo dialettico" per il "Vangelo secondo Lienin".
Qualcuno era comunista perché era convinto d’avere dietro di sé la classe operaia.
Qualcuno era comunista perché era più comunista degli altri.
Qualcuno era comunista perché c’era il grande Partito Comunista.
Qualcuno era comunista nonostante ci fosse il grande Partito Comunista.
Qualcuno era comunista perché non c’era niente di meglio.
Qualcuno era comunista perché abbiamo il peggiore Partito Socialista d’Europa.
Qualcuno era comunista perché lo Stato peggio che da noi solo l’Uganda.
Qualcuno era comunista perché non ne poteva più di quarant’anni di governi viscidi e ruffiani.
Qualcuno era comunista perché piazza Fontana, Brescia, la stazione di Bologna, l’Italicus, Ustica, eccetera, eccetera, eccetera.
Qualcuno era comunista perché chi era contro era comunista.
Qualcuno era comunista perché non sopportava più quella cosa sporca che ci ostiniamo a chiamare democrazia.
Qualcuno credeva di essere comunista e forse era qualcos’altro.
Qualcuno era comunista perché sognava una libertà diversa da quella americana.
Qualcuno era comunista perché pensava di poter essere vivo e felice solo se lo erano anche gli altri.
Qualcuno era comunista perché aveva bisogno di una spinta verso qualcosa di nuovo, perché era disposto a cambiare ogni giorno, perché sentiva la necessità di una morale diversa, perché forse era solo una forza, un volo, un sogno, era solo uno slancio, un desiderio di cambiare le cose, di cambiare la vita.

Qualcuno era comunista perché con accanto questo slancio ognuno era come più di se stesso, era come due persone in una. Da una parte la personale fatica quotidiana e dall’altra il senso di appartenenza a una razza che voleva spiccare il volo per cambiare veramente la vita.
No, niente rimpianti. Forse anche allora molti avevano aperto le ali senza essere capaci di volare, come dei gabbiani "ipotetici".

E ora? Anche ora ci si sente come in due, da una parte l’uomo inserito che attraversa ossequiosamente lo squallore della propria sopravvivenza quotidiana e dall’altra il gabbiano, senza più neanche l’intenzione del volo, perché ormai il sogno si era rattrappito.

Due miserie in un corpo solo.

Someone1 was a communist because he was born in Emilia.
Someone was a communist because his grandfather, uncle, dad... mom wasn't.
Someone was a communist because he saw Russia as a promise, China as a poem, and communism as "Heaven on Earth."
Someone was a communist because he felt alone.
Someone was a communist because he had an education that was too Catholic.
Someone was a communist because the cinema demanded it, the theater demanded it, the painting demanded it, the literature demanded it...everything demanded it.
Someone was a communist because: "History is on our side!"
Someone was a communist because they had said so.
Someone was a communist because they weren't told everything.
Someone was a communist because first he was a Fascist.
Someone was a communist because they understood Russia was going slowly, but far.
Someone was a communist because Berlinguer was a good person.
Someone was a communist because Andreotti was not a good person
Someone was a communist because he was rich but he loved the people.
Someone was a communist because he drank wine and was moved to tears at working-class rallies.
Someone was a communist because he was such an atheist that he needed another God.
Someone was a communist because he was so fascinated by workers that he wanted to be one of them.
Someone was a communist because he didn't want to be a workingman anymore.
Someone was a communist because he wanted his salary increased.
Someone was a communist because of the bourgeoisie - the proletariat - the class struggle. Easy, isn't it?
Someone was a communist because of the revolution... today no, tomorrow perhaps, but after tomorrow surely…
Someone was a communist because: " Long live Marx, long live Lenin, long live Mao Tse-Tung".
Someone was a communist to anger his father.
Someone was a communist because he always watched RAI TRE.2
Someone was a communist to be fashionable, someone for principle, someone due to frustration.
Someone was a communist because he wanted to nationalize everything.
Someone was a communist because he didn't know any government workers, civil servants or their kind.
Someone was a communist because he had exchanged "dialectical materialism" for the "Gospel according Lenin".
Someone was a communist because he was convinced the working class was behind him.
Someone was a communist because he was more of a communist than others.
Someone was a communist because there was the great Communist Party.
Someone was a communist despite the fact that there was the great Communist Party.
Someone was a communist because there was nothing better.
Someone was a communist because we have the worst Socialist Party in Europe.
Someone was a communist because when it comes to government the only state worse than us is Uganda.
Someone was a communist because he couldn't take more than forty years of slimy ass-kissers governing.
Someone was a communist because of Piazza Fontana, Brescia, the Bologna train station, the Italicuc Ustica, etc. , etc. , etc. , etc.3
Someone was a communist because anyone against things was a communist.
Someone was a communist because he could no longer stand that dirty thing that we persist in calling democracy.
Someone believed he was a communist and perhaps he was something else.
Someone was a communist because he dreamed of a different freedom than that in America.
Someone was a communist because he thought he could only be alive and happy if others were too.
Someone was a communist because he needed a thrust toward something new; because he was prepared to change every day; because he felt the need for a different morality; because maybe it was only a force, a flight, a dream... movement... a desire to change things, to change life.
Someone was a communist because with this movement everyone was more than himself; he was like two people in one. On the one hand daily toil and on the other hand the sense of belonging to a race that wanted to fly and to truly change life.
No, no regrets. Perhaps even then many had opened their wings like "hypothetical" seagulls without being able to fly.
And now? Even now you feel like you are split in two, on the one hand the man put here that obsequiously moves through the squalor of his own daily survival, and on the other hand, the seagull, without even the intention to fly, because now the dream has been crippled.

Two miseries in only one body.