Pink Pinks Testo

Already the seagulls Hovering over the city Waiting for a sign of weakness To swoop down without pity Time is like butterflies Blowing away by the wind Never my flutter dies Never leave me behind When we sind on the ground They seize the town It's time that you call me To go into the country It's time that you call me To go into the country To your big white room Finally colour The black pinks pink