Ho occhi imbrattati d’amore,
le palpebre stanche
e lo sguardo che muore.
Ho mani che parlano ancora
nel buio tremante
che volge all’aurora.
E ho voce per dire
e per dirti
che è musica quando
respiri la notte.
la mia testa è il mio rifugio
Ho occhi imbrattati d’amore,
le palpebre stanche
e lo sguardo che muore.
Ho mani che parlano ancora
nel buio tremante
che volge all’aurora.
E ho voce per dire
e per dirti
che è musica quando
respiri la notte.
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