Oscar migliore canzone 2016

Till it happens to you, cantata da Lady Gaga:

You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time
You say I’ll pull myself together, pull it together
You’ll be fine
Tell me what the hell do you know
What do you know
Tell me how the hell could you know
How could you know

‘Til it happens to you, you don’t know
How it feels
How it feels
‘Til it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real
No it won’t be real
Won’t know how it feels

You tell me hold your head up
Hold your head up and be strong
‘Cause when you fall, you gotta get up
You gotta get up and move on

Tell me, how the hell could you talk
How could you talk?
‘Cause until you walk where I walk
It’s just all talk

‘Til it happens to you, you don’t know
How it feels
How it feels
‘Til it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real (how could you know?)
No it won’t be real (how could you know?)
Won’t know how I feel

‘Til your world burns and crashes
‘Til you’re at the end, the end of your rope
‘Til you’re standing in my shoes, I don’t wanna hear nothing from you
From you, from you, ‘cause you don’t know

‘Til it happens to you, you don’t know
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
‘Til it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real (how could you know?)
No it won’t be real (how could you know?)
Won’t know how it feels

‘Til it happens to you, happens to you
Happens to you
Happens to you, happens to you
Happens to you (how could you know?)

‘Til it happens to you, you won’t know how I feel

Writings on the wall, cantata da Sam Smith:

I’ve been here before
But always hit the floor
I’ve spent a lifetime runnin’
And I always get away
But with you I’m feeling something
That makes me want to stay

I’m prepared for this
I never shoot to miss
But I feel like a storm is coming
If I’m gonna make it through the day
Then there’s no more use in runnin’
This is something I gotta face

If I risk it all
Could you break my fall?

How do I live? How do I breathe?
When you’re not here I’m suffocating
I wanna feel love, run through my blood
Tell me is this where I give it all up?
For you I have to risk it all
Cause the writing’s on the wall

A million shards of glass
That haunt me from my past
As the stars begin to gather
And the light begins to fade
When all hope begins to shatter
Know that I won’t be afraid

If I risk it all
Could you break my fall?

How do I live? How do I breathe?
When you’re not here I’m suffocating
I wanna feel love, run through my blood
Tell me is this where I give it all up?
For you I have to risk it all
Cause the writing’s on the wall

The writing’s on the wall

How do I live? How do I breathe?
When you’re not here I’m suffocating
I wanna feel love, run through my blood
Tell me is this where I give it all up?
How do I live? How do I breathe?
When you’re not here I’m suffocating
I wanna feel love, run through my blood
Tell me is this where I give it all up?
For you I have to risk it all
Cause the writing’s on the wall

Entrambe sono state candidate al premio Oscar, ma solo quella di Sam Smith lo ha vinto. Ma com’è possibile? Ho controllato la traduzione della vincitrice ed è abbastanza commerciale: una storia d’amore in cui lui chiede per tutto il tempo Se cado mi prendi al volo? Come potrei vivere senza di te????; questa canzone diventa quasi insignificante se paragonata a quella di Lady Gaga. Perché? Anche solo per l’impegno sociale: la cantante la ha prodotta per un documentario sugli stupri, non per un film commerciale che la critica non ha neppure lodato. Inoltre, mentre Lady Gaga è sempre impeccabile nelle sue esibizioni adesso mi sono ascoltato il live di Smith agli Oscar… e ha stonato.

Germanotta, dovevi vincere tu! Almeno per te cantare la tua canzone ha un significato emotivo…