Racconto

And I tell, I tell, I tell
About everything and nothing
And I tell entrusting to the notes
Every feeling of mine.
I tell about another journey
And I tell about the first departure
When the real heavy baggage
Was in the mind.

And I tell about the hottest days
I tell about the sun
And how, losing some sleep
I meet love.
There's the wheel of the heart that turns
And each turn is an exciting journey.
For the young, the heart moves
In exchange for nothing.

And the stories become thin
Like pages in memory
And you flip through them, love them, sing them
And sleep with them in the evening
And sleep with them in the evening.

And I tell that along with a doubt
I pick a rose
And a dream torn upon waking
Becomes something
And the wheel starts turning again
And I start loving life again
And the wheel of the heart sings to me
That it's not over.

And the stories become thin
Like pages in memory
And you flip through them, love them, sing them
And sleep with them in the evening
And sleep with them in the evening

They are pages in memory
And you flip through them, love them, sing them
And sleep with them in the evening
And sleep with them in the evening