It's how we slip away
Little did we know
That you would one day
... leave us here alone
You were the most beautiful
we had ever seen
life was merciful
... you left no un-turned stone
Patrick Darnell
Showing posts with label bella sogno. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bella sogno. Show all posts
Saturday, December 28, 2013
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Saturday, June 6, 2009
Bella, Bella Fonti
by Pat Darnell
This song never gets started
even though I know how it goes
Th's song never gets started
'member? -- this is how it goes...
Ever since you departed
I waited for you, who I adored,
to come singing
singing through the door
You would sing,
from the kitchen...
...sogno una bella italiana
...can't hear you anymore
still I have my desire...
...but very little technique
I know how I started your fire...
...Just come back here quick
come back now...
..help me start this song
this song that never starts
Bella fonti: Bella ciao
This song never gets started
even though I know how it goes
Th's song never gets started
'member? -- this is how it goes...
Ever since you departed
I waited for you, who I adored,
to come singing
singing through the door
You would sing,
from the kitchen...
...sogno una bella italiana
...can't hear you anymore
still I have my desire...
...but very little technique
I know how I started your fire...
...Just come back here quick
come back now...
..help me start this song
this song that never starts
Bella fonti: Bella ciao
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