How I can explain,
It's really hard to say.
You can believe me,
Or you can think your way.
Ma sempre presente,
Quì nella mia mente.
Why You have been not sincere?
When said don't look for me anymore
So resolutely, that got me fear,
I interpreted it as a final break.
Pacifier, lullaby, the fair Lady,
Sometimes cries, sometimes smiles: The Baby.
Start to learn, the first book, start of rules,
The pictures, the teacher: The School.
Coming from far away,
Cotton fields is one shore,
But further is the root,
In Africa is the core.