1,2,3If you close the doorthe night could last foreverLeave the sunshine outand say hello to neverAll the people are dancingand they're having such funI wish it could happen to me..But if you close the doorI'd never have to see the day again..Oh, someday I knowsomeone will look into my eyesAnd say helloyou're my very special one..But if you close the doorI'd never have to see the day again..Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac carsand the people on subways and trainsLooking gray in the rain, as they stand disarrayedoh, but people look well in the dark..I'd never have to see the day again....I paint it black..Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?..For what it's worth,it was worth all the while..(?)..E l'anima brucia più di quanto illumini..ma è un addestramento mentre attendoche io m'accorga che so respirare....Nadé tiempo en un marde apariencia, y ahogué el amor....No se puede ocultarel perfume de una flor....Cuánto me cuesta sobrevivir,cuánto sonreírsin poder quitarme el antifazque me disfraza de normal....El que quiera entender que entienda..Maretta torna a casa.Buona vita.
Post N° 98
1,2,3If you close the doorthe night could last foreverLeave the sunshine outand say hello to neverAll the people are dancingand they're having such funI wish it could happen to me..But if you close the doorI'd never have to see the day again..Oh, someday I knowsomeone will look into my eyesAnd say helloyou're my very special one..But if you close the doorI'd never have to see the day again..Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac carsand the people on subways and trainsLooking gray in the rain, as they stand disarrayedoh, but people look well in the dark..I'd never have to see the day again....I paint it black..Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?..For what it's worth,it was worth all the while..(?)..E l'anima brucia più di quanto illumini..ma è un addestramento mentre attendoche io m'accorga che so respirare....Nadé tiempo en un marde apariencia, y ahogué el amor....No se puede ocultarel perfume de una flor....Cuánto me cuesta sobrevivir,cuánto sonreírsin poder quitarme el antifazque me disfraza de normal....El que quiera entender que entienda..Maretta torna a casa.Buona vita.