CONTE, Paolo
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Niente più ti lega a questi luoghi Neanche questi fiori azzurri Via, via, neache questo tempo grigio Pieno di musiche E di uomini che ti son piaciuti
It's wonderful, good luck my baby It's wonderful, it's wonderful It's wonderful, I dream of you Chips, chips
Entra in questo amore buio Non perderti per niente al mondo Via, via, non perderti per niente al mondo Lo spettacolo d'arte varia Di uno innamorato di te
It's wonderful, good luck my baby It's wonderful, it's wonderful It's wonderful, I dream of you Chips, chips
Entra in questo amore buio Pieno di uomini Via, via, entra e fatti un bagno caldo C'è un accappatoio azzurro Fuori piove, un mondo freddo
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Nothing binds you to these places anymore Not even these blue flowers Away, away, not even this gray weather Full of music And men you liked)
It's wonderful, good luck my baby It's wonderful, it's wonderful It's wonderful, I dream of you Chips, chips
Enter this dark love Don't get lost for anything in the world Away, away, don't get lost for anything in the world The art show varies Of someone in love with you)
It's wonderful, good luck my baby It's wonderful, it's wonderful It's wonderful, I dream of you
Chips, chips
Enter this dark love Full of men Come on, come in and take a hot bath There is a blue bathrobe
It's raining outside, a cold world)
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