The End
Alessandro Ragone, Marco Mittica
Everything around me loses shapes
All the rest doesn't matter
Cradled in a warm Sea
Cradled in your Blue eyes
All the rest doesn't matter
What have been and what Will be
Please stay another Moment in my arms
Nothing more and nothing less
Finally in your eyes
Your dry tears on your cheeks
The sky's shining gold
No one cares of future and past
And the wheels has taken me
So far From her bit so close to you
Please stay another moment in my arms
Boy, nothing more and nothing less.
