Gilberto Santarosa
You fill everything with joy and youth
and you see ghosts in the nights of after light
and you hear the scented song of the blue
go away from me
do not stop to look at the dead branches of the rosebush
that wither without giving flower
look at the landscape of love
which is the reason to dream and love
I, who have already fought against all the evil
my hands are so broken to squeeze
that I can not hold you
go away from me
aere in your life the best of yesterday's haze
when you get me to forget
how is it better the verse that we can not remember
Bridge
I, who have already fought against all the evil
my hands are so broken to squeeze
that I can not hold you
go away from me
aere in your life the best of yesterday's haze
when you get me to forget
how is it better the verse that we can not remember
Only among all we can make this a better place :)