Teksty: Edwood. Like A Movement. Sunday.

(Musica: Edwood; Testi: Fabio Campetti)

the lighting disappears
in a night of beauty and beer
I wanna be a star
I wanna go so far
on Sunday
today is Sunday
like insects fly, occupy the air
like self-esteem, like a win of match
and fingertips knock my door in the afternoon
I wait for the night, for the mellow lips of a song
for the charming beauty of the winter time,
of the breeze, of a cold light
please close your eyes and wipe your tears,
it?s Sunday