For the exile of the radiant children's room
For all those who, like you, are rebels
Rebels
The clandestine
For all those who, like you, are rebels
A yellow taxi in the middle of the night
A stranger appears
The mask of his grey eyes
It mixes with the rain
In the walls, without energy
A senseless storm
The smell of wine
The taxi takes her to Chelsea
Where she wants to be with him
At the radio call me
The blonde, contagious melody
Call me
Call me
When I say that, melancholy
Down, down, there will always be
A corner of blue walls
Where there are the exile of the radiant children
Down, down, there will always be
A corner of blue walls
For all those who, like you, are not here
The clandestine
The clandestine
A notebook of poems
A weapon of love
The nome for those that I ever loved
Cacağım
The clandestine
and we're stuck
D'un Tardivio
always has a cross of a long blue
to bring to his exile
children of the wild
D'un Tardivio
always has a cross of a long gray
for all those who
like you are
unassumptive
and whose destiny
is
to be
a stranger
to all his son's love
D'un Tardivio
always has a cross of a long blue
to bring to his exile
children of the wild
D'un Tardivio
always has a cross of a long gray
for all those who
like you are






D'un Tardivio


always has a cross of a long gray
for all those who
like you are
unassumptive
and whose destiny
is

a stranger
to all those who






like you are