On a morning just like this
Of eternal sun and rime
You placed your kiss
Upon my lips
For the first time
Your heart was the cradle
At the point of the knife
In your beauty
I found
The cure for life
In the Indian Summer haze
I see your colours everywhere
You're always just around the corner
On these days
Your heart was the cradle
At the point of the knife
In your beauty
I found
The cure for life
In the blind and breathless dusk
You crawled inside the husk
Of my broken dream
Made me believe again
In love
On a morning just like this
Threw my past onto the pyre
You were the light
That lit my way
Out of the mire
Your heart was the cradle
At the point of the knife
In your beauty
I found the curefor life

INVIA LE CORREZIONI