vows, or perhaps it is better not
will be yet another new
want my life to this
among us a bed and a coffee
Who knows if tomorrow will be possible
and one day the sky will open
and I tell you you're the usual illusion
but until then let me live so
unconsciousness now those who
confused with the wind roses
From The Wind and the roses, Patty Pravo, sung in San Remo
0 comments:
Post a Comment