An Enchanting Blue

There's some hypnotic flavour in march
Raking wet blossoms when grass is cut
Parrots in a cage are snared
Losing pleasures of
The wings they have
The wings we had
To reach a glade
Where blinds cannot be pulled down
We could restart from the end

Bring tinkly toys in a copper house
Discover melodies in things around



Credits
Writer(s): Giorgio Tuma, Alice Rossi
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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