Panna Fredda - Uno

Un re senza reame

Le vesti bianche di una luna senza proprietà
I fiori che germogliano, la vita intorno a noi
Inebriano e profumano i giochi di un bambino
Ma tutto questo un giorno avrà una corte ed un suo re

Le notti che incatenano i pensieri dentro noi
Trasformeranno i sogni in brevi realtà
Sui soffici mattini grigi la luna piangerà
Piegandosi al volere del sole, del suo re

Campane senza suono che chiedono pietà
Odore di candele e di fiori morti ormai
Visioni di terrore che la notte donerà
A un re senza reame, a un re che piangerà

Credits
Writer(s): Roby Castiglione, Raffaele Piccolo, Angelo Giardinelli
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