The Secret of the Fog (feat. Mitia Maccaferri)

White steam around of me
She mixes clouds and poetry
Makes fog since ancient times
In this old hide gallery
In the copper pot
I see all reality
Life death hope and dreams
Songs, loves and melodies
The school bag on my shoulders
I blow and the mist flies away

The fog rises
The fo rises and falls
Among the streets of the town
Over the ground
Over the trees
It gives to us the creativity
And the prediction of the old woman will tell us
What we are
She is a witch she is a sorceress
Her face is like cracked earth
She harps music with his words
Reads tomorrow of everyone
Now I grow up
I will never see her again
I see the fog and think of her

The fog rises
The fo rises and falls
Among the streets of the town
Over the ground
Over the trees
It gives to us the creativity
And the prediction of the old woman will tell us
What we are



Credits
Writer(s): Emanuele Scataglini
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