Cradle Testo

Testo Cradle

Tiziano Ferro, al concerto non si presentano 1000 persone per paura di attentati
when i'm by myself
here alone
crystal clear
fresh water falls
hush and dive
got a little cradle for my brain
a magic pill to kill the pain
keep things nice and slow
my shoulders sag can't stand up straight
i need a crutch to bear my weight
i need some time to heal
burried deep down
all the sour seeds i've sewn
now i weep
now i see
how they've grown
as gardens grow
in long straight rows
as high as my head
thick roots below
every time it rains
it leaves a stain