La Melodia Mi Piace
Your music reminds me of the sunset
It talks to me without words, no need
The sound, the notes, the rhythm you have etched
My walls you broke, in my heart you sow seed
You're like a lamb and a tiger I see
The feelings like well gets deeper and big
Black, white you play them fascinatingly
Like singing rain you left me intrigued
Your fingers I want to intertwine mine
I love you so dearly but I need time
To tell you my darling I'm waiting sign
The wind that blows I want for you to chime
And lo! Melodia it's commuovere
Treasure engraved I'll keep in cuore
(And lo! Your music is/that's commuovere
Treasure engraved I'll keep in cuore)
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