Softness of a sky of America
Dreamer like a music
I forget already that you are all in tears
It is already November without you
I do not want that you make fun of me
Not I do not want it
I do not want that you would be well
When I am far from your arms
Promises in the wind
Poetries without rhymes
Smoke without flames
It is already November
Shivers of the eyes of watercolour
Passion of Punchinello
All this happiness which I believed to take
It is already November without you
I do not want that you make fun of me
Not I do not want it
I do not want that you would be well
When I am far from your arms
I do not want that you would be well
When I am far from your arms
Us two it was not
How to include itself/understand
You spoke too much
And it is already November
I do not want that you make fun of me
Not I do not want it
I do not want that you make fun of me
Not I do not want it
I do not want that you would be well
When I am far from your arms
Us two it was not
How to include itself/understand
You spoke too much
And it is already November
Mmmm I do not want
Mmmm I do not want
I do not want
I do not want that you make fun of me
Not I do not want it
I do not want that you make fun of me
Not I do not want it
I do not want
I do not want
I do not want
