Manigunda
erano i tempi di napster. *
(che splendida dicotomia, nel padre e nel figlio)
goodbye and hello.
torneranno le parole, isteresi colorata di giallo.
*grazie, manigunda.
Once I was a soldier
And I fought on foreign sands for you
Once I was a hunter
And I brought home fresh meat for you
Once I was a lover
And I searched behind your eyes for you
And soon there’ll be another
To tell you I was just a lie
And sometimes I wonder
Just for a while
Will you ever remember me?
