The Travelling Tragition Testo

Testo The Travelling Tragition

The Voice, J-Ax lascia il programma: "Lancia talenti che non venderanno mai"
Shadow cloak swift as a swallow,
Pantaloon down in the hollow,
Dancing, his voice like a cloud
In the death of my night.
Awful eyes, black Persian beggar,
Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather,
Stepping so lightly,
A sprite in the house of my sight.
O m'dear, travelling Tragition,
It's sky clear, your a gift from the fair folk.