Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
Mexico And Clouds
She is beautiful, I know
time has passed and I
still have her in my blood...
and I would like and I would like
to go back there to her,
but I know that I won't go
these are contraband feelings
better to sit here
look at the sky in front of me...
Mexico and clouds,
the sad face of America
and the wind plays its harmonica
how I want to cry... Around her, around her
a guitar will resonate
for a long time to come...
it is my love for her
that her steps will accompany
for good and in pain...
these are contraband feelings
better to sit here
look at the sky in front of me...
Mexico and clouds...
Who knows how do those people who go all the way there pronounce a yes, but while they know that the love they love is already temporary? there is, yes, but maybe not...
these are smuggling situations
better to sit here
look at the sky in front of me...
Mexico and clouds... ¦

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