Lyrics:
Piano Spring Wind

me happiness or pain A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things Remind me of you A tinkling piano

that bares a lipstick's traces An airline ticket to romantic places And still my heart has wings These foolish things remind me of you. A tinkling piano

Siamo facce di cera , impassibili noi Sempre pronti a qualsiasi mutamento Che arrivera, prima o poi Siamo gente dura, senza paure noi Non c?e Dio che