Andrea

Andrea got lost, got lost and doesn't know how to come back
Andrea got lost, got lost and doesn't know how to come back
Andrea had a love with black curls
Andrea had a pain with black curls
It was written on the paper that he died on the flag
It was written and the signature was golden, it was a king's signature
Killed on the mountains of Trento by the machine gun
Killed on the mountains of Trento by the machine gun

Eyes of a peasant forest from the French profile kingdom
Eyes of a soldier forest from the French profile kingdom
Andrea lost it, lost the love the rarest pearl
Andrea has in his mouth, has in his mouth a pain the darkest pearl

Andrea collected, collected violets at the edge of the well
Andrea threw black curls into the well's circle
The bucket told him, told him: Sir, the well is deep
Deeper than the depths of the eyes of the Night of Weeping
He said: It's enough for me, it's enough for me that it's deeper than me
He said: It's enough for me, it's enough for me that it's deeper than me