Breath, breath you
Fire in the afternoon.
We destinies
We always us
But closer
Straits and on their backs, we are always
up there ...
Summer evenings forget
C 'is a rocking
rocking
rocking
Che belle scene di lei che viene
Da lune piene e si gongola...
Da lune piene e si gongola...
Your fingers tapping
to the rhythm of the rain
to the rhythm of the rain
I tried to paint a picture
a picture through the clouds for you...
Green your smiling eyes
Red ‘cause I made you cry
Grey these rainy skies
Tomorrow will be blue...
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