do not know the taste
not know rose water nor the dolce stil novo
is pain that many feel sadness, it branches
time goes away and taking with them the fears I do not believe
armed forward, play forward
murderers armed I know you
forward killers sweet talk
come to me, men of the secret of the absolute whores
sold
I no longer believe in you hours of time
giocatene the role, I know the liar "you"
of "you" right
of "she" choked
illusion of the old game of traps
I do not know where to go
of the sadness of my heart
and still Words
behind the great river, behind the hedge of sadness
cry, cry and then silence again
and then ..
not know rose water nor the dolce stil novo
is pain that many feel sadness, it branches
time goes away and taking with them the fears I do not believe
armed forward, play forward
murderers armed I know you
forward killers sweet talk
come to me, men of the secret of the absolute whores
sold
I no longer believe in you hours of time
giocatene the role, I know the liar "you"
of "you" right
of "she" choked
illusion of the old game of traps
I do not know where to go
of the sadness of my heart
and still Words
behind the great river, behind the hedge of sadness
cry, cry and then silence again
and then ..
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