Written, Arranged, Performed, Recorded & Mixed by Carlo Barbagallo.
Voices Recorded by Toti Valente.
lyrics
Light sky
Blue walls
The red yolk
The smell of your lips
Of your hair in my pillow
The sheets perspiring your sweat
Embracing the horizon
Stylized autumn trees
And I'm holding to your flanks
Do you know when you feel the friction of the string with the bow?
Wood
Copper
Sweet taste of rust on my fingers
Hand-writings on paper are paintings, pictures
Little fixed simplicities
And every storm binds us
Incomprehensions are lightly touching our hands
Hushes
Cries
Clashes
Life
The yolk rise from the ocean
Our sun, our love
The yolk rise from the ocean
Our star, our love