You and me

My loosing days, the moon

The bubbles float

your head, a friendly hand

The mud will dry

Would this sun be enough?

The mist is blue and undefined

I’m lost in drunken thoughts

of you and me and

Take me to that road

It’s made of gold

a special place

for..

Days are burnt, and smoked away

Your soul in pain

I like the way you are gone

(E.Coltrini – M.Valotti- F.Zucchi)