Stagione Oscura (english) Songtext
How many colours the world has,
Which where just one low, uniform tone
One foggy season which had never been marked
By a falling leaf, by the soft sound of lives
Which spinning round glide and leap
Standing out against the sun.
Which where just one low, uniform tone
One foggy season which had never been marked
By a falling leaf, by the soft sound of lives
Which spinning round glide and leap
Standing out against the sun.