One cold day, the narrow autumn of the evening, tired of the people of the crowded city , tired of the painful gaze of the earth, of the unmarked presence of our senses in the alley, with that night of worry, I was left without a star, you are in front of me
again, although this is
a picture, although you went silently, your voice will not die for me again, although this is a picture, although you went silently, your voice will not die for me,
laaaaa, lalala ,I
want to stay in my dream to read to you about my dreams , but with the bitter silence of this house, this silent alley reminds me of the endless season, it is happiness, it leaves me alone forever, it leaves
me alone forever, it leaves me alone,
a cold day, a tight autumn, the evening, tired of the people of the crowded city , tired of the painful gaze of the earth, of the unmarked presence of our senses in the alley. That night , I was left without a star, you are
in front of me again, you are in front of me again, although this is a picture, even if you went silently, your
voice will not die for me, you are in front of me again, although this is a picture , although you went silently, your voice will not die for me.
