.. to a subject not to oc who open ..
Wed Avigliano ioso, I love the egg steep ..
know,
there are people who are born to dream
and others to be a dream ..
I was born to
dream and you will probably be my dream for more 'beautiful ...
por tam the street from here
c onduci me that in the town of I have the to speak,
que the place where if you raise your you are,
tut to what you can see is a portions of the sky it ,
for thè all the rest are str ade ..
str to and ov a que,
small biz ole , tor you ose,
str ade on og ni pi ano ..
camin pound smoked pipes airs in glass ,
vet ro co their ato,
lu us ov a que ..
luc ip er Backlight are those str Adine in pebbles ato
on which pa ssanti in chilly cam undermine more an more ano ..
and pass ares q uelle way
a vol arrived at ta ' height of a small piece of Article v etro,
to cr ogiola rsi and scald burned u n bit ..
in c ERCA of that warmth you sc alda the cu hours
or that cal that do good wave in co rpo ..
quite and Onati if the nsi ..
who heard do lcemente the oc who,
las cia you to nd ares
asc olta plan the whispering of those children care dare
acc bears to see who six ..
Spl and n d IDE,
six between my brac cia,
las cia you to nd are. .
You
I
and a tangle of streets ..
.. a kiss,
gushing smiles ....
_dal celestial giallo_
_dal sky to sole_
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