You thought - we are the children of white cold
You thought, we do not take a step
And the new winds to return no earlier than
What do you count to a hundred
You thought - our breathing is deep
You thought - perhaps we are bound by a dream
And we opened the doors and windows wide open
Otherwise, why do all this
I wanted warmth again, and I look forward
Right now my heart melts
I'm almost an Italian ...
You thought, the fire in our house paid off
You thought, we argue again about anything
And we opened the doors and windows wide open
Otherwise, why do all this
I wanted warmth again, and I look forward
Right now my heart melts
I'm almost an Italian ...