girasole
Il passato è il ricordo di quello che ho fatto
Un cassetto stracolmo
Ogni tanto lo apro
Se ti senti come perderti nella malinconia, tra le parole
Togliere tutto noi non possiamo
Pero girarci verso il sole
Sunflower seeds taste like sunday mornings
At my grandmother's house for breakfast
I can't unsee anything I've witnessed but I'll grow from it
Like you grow from it
Domenica mattine sentono il gusto dei semi di girasole
L'oggi non fa parte di ieri
Pero sono tutto ciò que eri
Un cassetto stracolmo
Ogni tanto lo apro
Se ti senti come perderti nella malinconia, tra le parole
Togliere tutto noi non possiamo
Pero girarci verso il sole
Sunflower seeds taste like sunday mornings
At my grandmother's house for breakfast
I can't unsee anything I've witnessed but I'll grow from it
Like you grow from it
Domenica mattine sentono il gusto dei semi di girasole
L'oggi non fa parte di ieri
Pero sono tutto ciò que eri
Credits
Writer(s): Elena Steri
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