No Boeing on my transit
No boat under my deckchair
I search in vain for the exact door
I search in vain for the word exit
I sing for the transistors
This retelling of the strange story
Of your transitory anamours
Of Sleeping Beauty who sleeps
I love you and I fear
Of m 'to lose
And I sow grains
Of poppy on the paving stones
Of anamour
You know these photos of the 'Asia
Which I took two hundred Asa
Now that you are not here
Their bright colors have faded
I I thought I heard the propellers
Of a four-engine plane but alas
It's a fan passing
In the sky of the police station
I I love and I fear
To go astray
And I sow seeds
Of poppy on the paving stones
Of the anamour
I love you and I fear
To go astray
And I sow seeds
Of poppy on the paving stones
Of anamour

INVIA LE CORREZIONI