When you're here with me
this room has no walls,
but trees, infinite trees.
When you're here with me
this violet ceiling
no, it's no longer there...
I see the sky above us
Let's stay here, abandoned,
as if, as if there were nothing,
nothing, no more in the world.
A harmonica sounds
to me like an organ
that vibrates through you and me
in the immensity of the sky.
this room has no walls,
but trees, infinite trees.
When you're here with me
this violet ceiling
no, it's no longer there...
I see the sky above us
Let's stay here, abandoned,
as if, as if there were nothing,
nothing, no more in the world.
A harmonica sounds
to me like an organ
that vibrates through you and me
in the immensity of the sky.
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