macrino
00giovedì 12 luglio 2018 22:41
We remember when the clouds were shining
We remind when the sounds were pure
The blooms were stars in green fields
And everything seemed so true
What can we do now
If we stumble in the dark?
Oh other times other times
They won’t return
Other times other times
So much so much they burn
We remind when the dreams were rising
We remember when the colours were pure
The stars were blooms in blue fields
And everything seemed so true
What can we do now
If we stumble in the dark?
Oh other times other times
They won’t return
Other times other times
So much so much they burn
Oh other times other times
Ancient lost times
They won’t return
And we are so worn