You arrive like rain that hurts and serenades
With the silence that winter proposes
We have walked through the afternoon and found the things
That yesterday were our.
clthough they shouldn't everything comes back
With the brief joy of a secret twilight
cnd when the day dies on the red tiles
cn ancient nostalgia repeats itself in us.
You arrive like rain that hurts and serenades
With the silence that winter proposes
We have walked through the afternoon and found the things
That yesterday were our.
cnd found the things that yesterday were ours
clthough they shouldn't everything comes back
With the brief joy of a secret twilight
cnd when the day dies on the red tiles
cn ancient nostalgia repeats itself in us.
Repeats itself in us
cnd when the day dies on the red tiles
cn ancient nostalgia repeats itself in us.