Paroles:
Concerto Cor

Do not waste this evening, baby I'm begging you Your big imagination's playing its tricks on you You think my belief is something I'm gonna do Feel my

: Quando il cielo si fa scuro e la notte cade giu come intonaco dai muri ci si trova in compagnia sotto i portici del centro alle uscite del metro per

: Do not waste this evening Baby I'm begging you Your big imagination's playing it's tricks on you If you think my up and leaving's something I'm gonna

: New York -- to that tall skyline I come Flyin' in from London to your door New York -- lookin' down on Central Park Where they say you should not

Quando il cielo si fa scuro e la notte cade giu come intonaco dai muri ci si trova in compagnia sotto i portici del centro alle uscite del metro per

(Traditional) Black, black, black Is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair And the prettiest face and the neatest hands.

I greet you from the other side Of sorrow and despair With a love so vast and shattered It will reach you everywhere And I sing this for the captain