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Non mi daranno più il visto per entrare negli USA, pazienza sono stata NY nel 2005 per fare un regalo a mia madre e racconterò quel viaggio.

Amo “The Boss” da sempre, nel 1988 allo Stadio Flaminio a Roma con i miei amici ho ballato due ore mentre lui in canotta e jeans aveva acceso migliaia di persone.

Sembrava che tremasse la terra, non riuscivamo a smettere di cantare e di ballare.

Springsteen non è nuovo alla produzione e all’esecuzione di brani di protesta, dunque niente di strano che dopo i fatti di Minneapolis, di getto abbia composto questa.

Su youtube sotto il brano che ho linkato ho letto migliaia di commenti sconsolati di americani, molti anche anziani, ex soldati, veterani, che si vergognano del loro paese.

Sappiamo quanto gli americani ci tengano ad essere “americani“.

Se passate sul “Tubo”sotto il link date un’occhiata, c’è un America incredula, quell’America che The Boss raccontava nell’88 allo Stadio Flaminio cantando “Born in the U.S.A”!

Testo

Through the winter’s ice and cold
Down Nicollet Avenue
A city aflame fought fire and ice
‘Neath an occupier’s boots
King Trump’s private army from the DHS
Guns belted to their coats
Came to Minneapolis to enforce the law
Or so their story goes

Against smoke and rubber bullets
By the dawn’s early light
Citizens stood for justice
Their voices ringing through the night
And there were bloody footprints
Where mercy should have stood
And two dead left to die on snow-filled streets
Alex Pretti and Renee Good

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Trump’s federal thugs beat up on
His face and his chest
Then we heard the gunshots
And Alex Pretti lay in the snow, dead
Their claim was self defense, sir
Just don’t believe your eyes
It’s our blood and bones
And these whistles and phones
Against Miller and Noem’s dirty lies

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Crying through the bloody mist
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

Now they say they’re here to uphold the law
But they trample on our rights
If your skin is black or brown my friend
You can be questioned or deported on sight

In chants of ICE out now
Our city’s heart and soul persists
Through broken glass and bloody tears
On the streets of Minneapolis

Oh our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll take our stand for this land
And the stranger in our midst
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis

ICE OUT NOW! (ICE OUT!)
ICE OUT NOW! (ICE OUT!)
ICE OUT NOW! (ICE OUT!)
ICE OUT NOW! (ICE OUT!)
ICE OUT NOW! (ICE OUT!)

29 gennaio 2026 🐈‍⬛gattapazza