Change of script and script
I keep the script in a drawer
and in the window he sat looking at the moon
in his cup an olive
new shampoo, new city
for a new loneliness
his heart overflows the rooftops
life is a game of dice
neither a story nor an end
all the rest did not matter
now he has a blank sheet
wait for a song
and 20 butterflies in the heart
From the storm will keep
something cold and a metal
and the echo of some steps
that now they sound far
on the other side of the mirror
he put the soul to smile and the wings to vatiiiir
// now has a blank sheet
wait for a song
and 20 butterflies in the heart //
in the heart ... in the heart
neither a story nor an end
all the rest did not matter
// now has a blank sheet
wait for a song
and 20 butterflies in the heart //
in the heart ... in the heart
Only among all we can make this a better place :)