Testo Sowing Season
Vasco Rossi, il Live Kom 016 parte da Lignano Sabbiadoro
I was losing all my friends Was losing some to drinking and some to driving I was losing all my friends And didn't want them back I am on the mend And at least now I can say that I am trying And I hope you will forget The things that I still lack Is it in you now, To better hear the truth that you have spoken Twisted up by knaves To make a trap for fools? Is it in you now, To watch the things you gave your life to, broken? And then stop and build them up With worn out tools? Yeah... Nothing gets so bad That a whisper from your father couldn't fix it He whispers like a bridge It?s a river spanned Take all that you have And turn it into something you would miss if Somebody threw that brick That shattered all your plans Yeah... No time to get the seeds into the cold ground It takes some time to grow anything. Before it's all coming to an end Before you put my body in the cold ground Take some time and warm it with your hands Before it's coming to an end Do you miss the blend Of color she left in your black and white field? Do you feel condemned Just for being there? I am not your friend, I'm just a man who knows how to feel, I am not your friend, not your lover and not your father Yeah... No time to get the seeds into the cold ground It takes some time to grow anything. Before it's all coming to an end, yeah.