Trapped Testo

Testo Trapped

Tiziano Ferro, al concerto non si presentano 1000 persone per paura di attentati
What is there left to say? Such winged words have been said. What is there left to do? We're all trapped in here. I hear the rain it instills a sense of sanctuary. instead of change the sound of ordinary. These hills ever rolling this road never bends. The tides aren't changing this rain never ends. Like vultures, feed away at those with nothing left