[00:00.000] 作词 : Roberto Traverso
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tommaso Talamanca
[00:50.522]Sky's up above my head
[00:53.436]Surrounding uncontrollable hands
[00:56.061]Something's about to change: you better look at me
[01:00.315]A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
[01:05.711]Going down slowly through the silence far from here
[01:10.509]All noises are deaf listening
[01:14.256]through out the white silence
[01:16.363]That's what I'm waiting for it's always welcome
[01:20.712]A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
[01:25.913]Going down slowly through the silence far from here
[01:51.131]A woody boat reminds me of my long journey
[01:56.012]When I bought the world with no money
[02:00.951]I close my eyes and breath the coolness
[02:06.211]Taken away from so much purity
[02:53.999]Ain't gonna be alone no more
[02:59.469]In the greyness of an old men dress
[03:04.232]Coming out from the ancient door house
[03:08.874]With big palms telling tales of a past life
[03:22.418]Sky's up above my head
[03:25.153]Surrounding uncontrollable hands
[03:27.691]Something's about to change
[03:29.824]You better look at me
[03:32.122]A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
[03:42.539]A woody boat reminds me of my long journey
[03:47.154]When I bought the world with no money
[03:52.185]I close my eyes and breath the coolness
[03:57.396]Taken away from so much purity

作词 : Roberto Traverso
作曲 : Tommaso Talamanca
Sky's up above my head
Surrounding uncontrollable hands
Something's about to change: you better look at me
A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
Going down slowly through the silence far from here
All noises are deaf listening
through out the white silence
That's what I'm waiting for it's always welcome
A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
Going down slowly through the silence far from here
A woody boat reminds me of my long journey
When I bought the world with no money
I close my eyes and breath the coolness
Taken away from so much purity
Ain't gonna be alone no more
In the greyness of an old men dress
Coming out from the ancient door house
With big palms telling tales of a past life
Sky's up above my head
Surrounding uncontrollable hands
Something's about to change
You better look at me
A blanket made by the cold of a winter mountain
A woody boat reminds me of my long journey
When I bought the world with no money
I close my eyes and breath the coolness
Taken away from so much purity