i love a stupid poem of life
run away and spend your time,
honey, i'm a selfish fire
I adore your night caress,
so i write foolish letters,
and i know i'm not fearless,
honey, i fight windmills
I dont' know what about this time,
this is my La Mancha,
i hope you'll say goodbye,
i swear i'm a good guy
Riding this silent land
i met a old writer song
whispering purple sand,
it stole my mother tongue
Honey, you're my Dulcinea
but i embrace the open field
and a mistake is what i feel,
i cry, i smile, listen to my plea
I dont' know what about this time,
this is my La Mancha,
i hope you'll say goodbye,
i was a sincere good guy
My name is El Quijote,
but now i miss my mind,
i'm lookin' for your pain,
i only hear the wind,
And a song getting me sane
properly getting me fine
awfully kissing a love crime,
the lips of a perfect bad guy
[Testo: the Rob's; Musica: cercasi compositore]
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