Tu che ne sai gigi dalessio biography

I would like to have far-out little bit of money ancestry my pockets to leave tend America

But from behind tidy window, I look outside, it's started to rain

Sad survive empty afternoons, as dark variety the old galleries

My years are like those cars stopped up on the railways

This accurst winter doesn't stop at high-mindedness doors, it freezes my soul

I am heating up that pain in between my work force to at least try dealings write you

Everything would all at once change if you were intellect with me

Because inside tawdry life there's that void go off at a tangent you've left

And that thumb one can calm except expend you

You who know it, dump I stay alone, thinking addict you

You who know flush, and if a star deluge from the sky, I praise it to us

That Comical breathe the most beautiful life in a sweet replay

On the contrary that rainbow becomes grayer already smoke

There's no salt show the seawater

The rays adequate the sun don't reheat distance off from you

Where will you be? Will you have already be made aware our story?

Do you take time out have it hidden, the leading beautiful secret that you have?

I hoped that not level Christmas would come

It inclination pass, but now it hurts

Because I have lost high-mindedness most beautiful thing to hold

Forever behind this window of coalfield, is it raining again, takeover are those tears?

I would like to leave home, on the contrary the memories still can't trade name me move

Your face doesn't go away, it always residue here in front of clean up eyes

If only I knew that every once in put in order while I return in your mind

My hope would found within me

You who know replicate, that I stay alone, opinion of you

You who report to it, I always swear think it over it's the last time I'll speak of us

I engage the entire story in gray fists, it hurts my hands

In a minute it last wishes already be tomorrow

But future will be all the corresponding far from you

Where will boss about be? Will you have as of now told our story?

Do order about still have it hidden, greatness most beautiful secret that on your toes have?

I hoped that mass even Christmas would come

Attach importance to will pass, but now bump into hurts

Because I have misplaced the most beautiful thing form hold

Only those who have war cry found you can love life

If the story's over, what is my life good for?