America ... America ... America ... America
Skyscrapers my love
they do not tickle God
and there is nothing true of the truth
it's the darkest black of black.
I come from wherever you want
I come to stay with us
and a window on this city
even for us two.
America
if this love here is not America.
America
if you want to wake up only on Sundays.
The stars and the blue
with the sky for the flag there is a lot more '
and then you can walk by night by breathing.
America
if you open that door there is America.
America
and sing a neurasthenic song.
Here I am
and woe to whoever touches you my beloved oh no
because you're mine
because you're not the first but you're the last ...
on on at on on.
What do I do for you?
how do i explain why
I already see this adventure beyond
there is the darkness that makes you afraid
this is a night so '
Italian movie night
full of singing and poetry stars
night that brings joy.
America
if my love is not America.
America
I make you words and music.
It's me
and woe to whoever touches my beloved love oh no
because you're mine
because you're not the first but you're the last one.
America
if you open that door there is America.
America
I sing a neurasthenic song.
America
Only among all we can make this a better place :)