Ban Thăng Long, Saigon 1965The rain on the leaves is the tears of joyOf the girl whose boy returns from the war.The rain on the leaves is the bitter tearsWhen the mother hears her son is no morẹThe rain on the leaves is the cry that is tornFrom a baby just born as life is begunThe rain on the leaves is an old couplés loveMuch greater now than when they were young.The rain on the leaves is the passionate voiceIn a final choice when last love is near.The rain on the leaves is the voice surprisedAs it realizes its first love is herẹThe rain on the leaves is the heart's distressAnd a loneliness, as life passes bỵThe rain on the leaves is the last caressAnd a tenderness before love can diẹ.Testo inglese: Steve Addiss>>>>>>
canzoni del cuore... nei tempi di guerra
Ban Thăng Long, Saigon 1965The rain on the leaves is the tears of joyOf the girl whose boy returns from the war.The rain on the leaves is the bitter tearsWhen the mother hears her son is no morẹThe rain on the leaves is the cry that is tornFrom a baby just born as life is begunThe rain on the leaves is an old couplés loveMuch greater now than when they were young.The rain on the leaves is the passionate voiceIn a final choice when last love is near.The rain on the leaves is the voice surprisedAs it realizes its first love is herẹThe rain on the leaves is the heart's distressAnd a loneliness, as life passes bỵThe rain on the leaves is the last caressAnd a tenderness before love can diẹ.Testo inglese: Steve Addiss>>>>>>