Give me novaine, oh leaves!
When punk bands where playing,
when singers were raw,
I wasn’t even born.
What else could it be, some words on the street
floating to me, like a river to the sea
I just want the sun back,
Sit with your whiskey and talk to me
‘Cause tonight, I know we will
This night I hope we feel;
that’s not the place for fears.
Shine on me your shame and blame
words, I burn in flames trough
my games.
Vola con me, ancora.
Tremo, ancora
rimembro il brivido
ed ho scordato il livido,
resta il libido.
Sommando i nostri sogni
il rischio รจ indecisione;
voli o atterri?
Glitters and Waves
I feel your Breathe.
Sirens call your names
Glitter on the waves.
I’m whispering at your heart
do you hear me?