The colors of rust [Single version]
There´s no wind at all
Into the fog
A sibillant noise
Cradling the child
There´s no wind at all
Between our words
No floating lighthouse
Movin´ our vision of love
Dreaming of the spell of those days
In this old town
In the memories of dust
In the colors of rust
So tender and gentle
The touch of this breeze
Completely still
Forgetting the storm
There´s no wind at all
waking - up dreamers
No poetry, no songs
changing our vision of time
Dreaming of the spell of those days
In this old town
In the memories of dust
In the colors of rust
Dreaming of the spell of those days
In this old town
In the memories of dust
In the colors of rust
Writer/s: Maria Fausta Rizzo
