Vasco Rossi, il Live Kom 016 parte da Lignano Sabbiadoro
The night seems shorter this tme of year. A long days end draws to a near. Say your not. Straining to hear. The trees they speak with every bending branch. And my heart slows to the beat of a clock. Draw the curtain. And pull back the blinds. A train in the distance doesn't stop at the day. Yet i close up to sleep. My mother graced yhe room and what she said was right. She said good evening she said good night. Reach over and turn off the light that sits on. I said that's not enough to keep me here all night. Do i say it cause we're all sin full. I regret that i do.