Anna Oxa
primo amore come stai
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(O.Avogadro - M.Lavezzi)
Bed of tender grass the fresh air is clear
the soul is an immense prairie you, don't hurt me
warmth sweet fear thin
and your hand rises a little
yes or no
what are you doing where you are
do you remind me of us of the age
that moved the horizon further on
I, how many stars I breathed, how many nights I dreamed of you
first love, how are you