can hear" The eloquence of traffic, yeah, the milk pond's sad lament It?s a requiem of moments I keep living through them But where?s the monster in
It?s like wading through a wasteland where a town you love once stood You just cry each time you think of when times were good Napoleon?s tailor dressed
St'ammore me teneva 'ncatenato ma ho detto basta e mi so' liberato me pare cchiu' turchino 'o mare me pare cchiu' lucente 'o sole o? core pa? felicita
