Time, thousand of thoughts stun me, and I don't know yet if I prefer the past. No!!! Requiem for the innocence, not even I hear its notes and so near
the indifference transforms into a smile. Only some words is what this look needs, why not stop and talk from the heart? Clouds in the sky, whistles the wind and
which show; he shout from the inner part of... soul, in flowery gardens a portrait, drops in a window, to swim nowhere, and feel the tiredness, and you
[INSTRUMENTAL]
The sea before me, shows a grey day in me. The roar of the waves the greeness of the field, the loneliness...
son". How to explain that? It's impossible to erase the moment that will mark a life, the color of emptiness. The waves break against the weakest and
. To see further away, why not add an emotion? But it always finishes... Again the vulgar, again broken dreams. Farce involves me, kissing my lips, and
Looking through the pind, I've seen stamped on flowers, stamped on dreams, too much fears... Where is my smile? It's raining and across the rain - my
Remember, they were something - they sounded here... The notes. Look there, there's nothing, a leaf falls, only it's another one. No... Scores in solitude
Walls of ivy, I see a quiet mind. In the calm... the bandstand. Rain... softly in the pools, behind time curtains... an eagerness grows
Now, when the time has come and the leaves have fallen, in the eternal autumn of loneliness, in memories I've ever dead. She's crying, she's crying and
Deep inside the bloody war, I just feel the shots of guns and I dream of being a bird to fly far away from my home four roses in my heart their thorns
Swans, slow dance of pretty strokes, the indifferent walk on the pride obscures the stranza hideing the bare. Sad eyes crossed by the roses thorns Sweet