'Let me stroll outside within you
And serenade all the small mountains and all the tall hills
Weirdly still seemed the reflection
Of me upon a balcony juggling knives in the rain
A wine stain upon your long white gown more like blood
And you were on the floor inside, beside your sofa
And I was supposed to say I'm sorry but I wasn't so I won't
It's not like we've not been betrayed before
Victory flags hoisted in smoke-crossed battlefields
A wine stain upon your long white gown more like blood'

INVIA LE CORREZIONI