Messico E Nuvole

Mexico And Clouds
She's beautiful I know
and time has passed and I
still have it in my blood.
I would like I would like
to go back there to her but I know I won't.
This is a love of contraband
better to sit here and watch the sky in front of me.
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows its harmonica
and I feel like crying.
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows its harmonica
and I feel like crying.
Around her around her the guitar will resonate
for how much longer.
And my love for her
will accompany her steps
in good times and in pain.
This is a love of contraband
better to sit here and watch the sky in front of me.
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows its harmonica
and I feel like crying.
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows its harmonica
and I feel like crying.
Who knows how it is for the people who go further to say yes, yes, yes
, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.
While knowing that it's already
A temporary love that
There is yes but maybe no, no
These are situations of contraband
better to sit here and watch the sky in front of me.
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows its harmonica
and I feel like crying
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows its harmonica
and I feel like crying
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows its harmonica
and I feel like crying
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows its harmonica
and I feel like crying
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows its harmonica
and I feel like crying
Mexico and clouds
the sad face of America
the wind blows its harmonica
and I feel like crying.