if I had to cooking for you
first I have to think of you
and make you special to me
...
blues eyes, green eyes
have so long that a cold wind frozen your face and closed your smiles
that i cant recognize you anymore
...
beat slow and cold
inside my~ something~
what once was innocent and hot
transform itself in a torpid beast
...
I turned the moon with my hands
so blue, so soft.....
...
I do not have no more
my tresses to play for you
they faded in each year
like a tree in autumn
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~His name was sang to the four winds~
I was so carelessly sitting on my rooftop
seeing all-stars with the green lens
...
He told me he would cure all my pains
with patients hands
Oh! so soft, i had forgotten!
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~he took me to wander into dark night~
i thought...one more effort....
along the way he asked me
...