Torino: vendrá la muerte y tendrá tus ojos
Emilio Salgari
Where do I go, when part of me is dying?
Somewhere they're baking new bread
There's peace in my life.
I'll be the rain, and you'll be heaven crying
And my eyes will be filled with flowers
Upon the snowfields of white.
And we will learn to walk together
Oh hand in hand, we'll walk together
Domenica.









