blunotte

La debolezza è una colpa Che tendo a giustificare Una questione irrisolta Che mi costringe a sbagliare E non c'è cosa peggiore.

I packed my bags and I got in the car A pilgrimage to wherever you are April comes with its blossoms beaten by rain Oh the hope and the horror singing daffodils again The land it thaws, and the leaves turns green And the blue stars of snow glories with the winter jasmine Clothes of silk and satin, lace and leather The one pink ribbon that holds me together.

And еvery song I wrote became an escape rope tied around my neck to pull me up to Heaven.

Why explore the universe When we don't know ourselves? There's an emptiness inside our heads That no one dares to dwell.