Paroles: Elisa. The Window.
If you open the window,
I'm free from the words that are hard to come out
It's a weeping willow ... your fingers and my hair
if the wind comes and play it's music
I'm free from the words that are hard to come out
It's a weeping willow ... your fingers and my hair
if the wind comes and play it's music
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