Description: Old Poet Vecchio Poeta, Pop Music, Indian Pop, music for film, stock music and music licensing
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Lyrics:
I dreamed of opening his eyes for the first time,
the only time in my life,
I thought listening to silence
six out of the game, and now tired old poet,
My old friend and poet of days fled like a dream,
a dream as sweet as a blonde beer
drunk in a pub with friends tired
tired from a piece by piece ....
Not even a hiccup of plaster,
only your loyalty, your loyalty and your found romance,
No more old peacock
I only with a new song,
between computers and robots and
hysterical cries of mothers and girlfriends women giving birth colored ....
God forgive them artists and clowns,
Forgive the seagull that steals from hunger
and thou disconsolate Peacock
throw away your tired clothes clown,
it's sunny outside, there is a world out of tin,
find the light within your dreams my
old poet and tired peacock
becomes true, too ... too
In the air it's sunny, old poet,
a hot sun splitting the sky,
inside are the tears of an unborn
stifling the cry of a dying old man
An old peacock, an old poet who dies of love ... that you love dies
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