Fabrizio Campelli & Dorotea Mele Lovely On My Hand Кальцедония Реклама

Here's come the time
Through the windows of my mind
I catch the breeze again.
Try to find a play
Try to leave the game
But then again I couldn't stop to think of us
I couldn't move the things I used to do
Time lays up the darker sides
Behind the traps of those who win the truth

My thoughts go far indeed
I seem some shadows on my place
I'd took come back to my roots,
To let the flowers blow
To let the flowers grow

Here's come the time
Day by day we're writing down
The story of you and me,
Dreaming on my hand
Lovely on my hand
To fall in love again, forever
To sing my dreams of you, together
To fall in love with you, forever