Per Angela

For Angela from the doctor
For Angela the sleeping pills
For Angela the anger
For Angela who's leaving
For Angela for Angela for Angela
For Angela who's leaving
from this Gauloise smoke
that's spitting on the city
in time with the windshield wipers
and towards the nothingness of a goodbye
For Angela for Angela for Angela
For Angela my love
Dressed under the sheets
a kiss like going to school
for a woman who's already alone
and doesn't know that inside me
there's Angela there's Angela for Angela...
For Angela who's leaving
It's a story shaped like a song, for Angela
everything can be a disappointment, oh Angela
and meanwhile the ivy grows back
and the wall that withers looks
at the sunrise there
like a Liberty triumph
for Angela for Angela for Angela
for Angela who's leaving
for Angela
stretch out and twirl
eagle eyes
and there you'll find
from north to south from east to west
pretend to be reborn
for Angela for Angela for Angela...
for Angela who's leaving.
For Angela...
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