These leaves; vapors; a prison cell; with the slap of time the bolts are locked in place. Teardrop, kiss, slowly, this thin face of mine. The injustice is that my soul I have forgotten inside. And how should I leave these native prisons; How should I leave - if I dare, and the rains come. Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me, Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me, Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me, Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me, It is said, I’d have fared better to be locked out, but only I had the keys and now they’re not to be found, “You see, they must be there, they haven’t lost themselves.” But I had no desire to find them, And swallowed them instead. And what’s to be done? Should I cough up this sentence? I’ve no wish to slide, If I don’t die, I’ll hang myself. Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me, Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me, Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me, Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me. Leaves, vapors, and a prison cell; with the slap of time the bolts are locked in place. Teardrop, kiss, slowly, this thin face of mine. The injustice is that my soul I have forgotten inside. Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me, Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me, Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me, Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me.
Ispirata all'opera di Fernando Oreste Nannetti alias NANOF. Uno dei personaggi più irriverenti e veri che siano mai capitati al Novecento. Grazie, ragazzi.
Meritavano molto di più, sono bravissimi
decisamente i migliori
These leaves; vapors; a prison cell;
with the slap of time
the bolts are locked in place.
Teardrop, kiss, slowly,
this thin face of mine.
The injustice is that my soul
I have forgotten inside.
And how should I leave
these native prisons;
How should I leave -
if I dare, and the rains come.
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me,
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me,
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me,
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me,
It is said, I’d have fared better
to be locked out,
but only I had the keys
and now they’re not to be found,
“You see, they must be there,
they haven’t lost themselves.”
But I had no desire to find them,
And swallowed them instead.
And what’s to be done?
Should I cough up this sentence?
I’ve no wish to slide,
If I don’t die, I’ll hang myself.
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me,
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me,
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me,
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me.
Leaves, vapors, and a prison cell;
with the slap of time
the bolts are locked in place.
Teardrop, kiss, slowly,
this thin face of mine.
The injustice is that my soul
I have forgotten inside.
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me,
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me,
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me,
Run, time, and follow me, follow me, follow me.
Ispirata all'opera di Fernando Oreste Nannetti alias NANOF. Uno dei personaggi più irriverenti e veri che siano mai capitati al Novecento.
Grazie, ragazzi.
Unici!!!!
❤️
avevo una music cassetta loro, cantavano solo in live? comunque forse è un various artist questa album .
Simone Carboni l'autore . il cantante , la voce . BRAVO ANCHE SIMONE !
"E me lo sono ingoiato"