10.02.2018
Bianca
I'll slide without getting distractedI won't look down so I won't suffer
I'll listen to you without seeing you, yet
You'll harvest ripe fruit, kissed by the sun
We'll walk, you go ahead of me
On a carpet of big dreams
Bianca, my wall is white
When your airplane returns
It changes colors with you
You've seen it
You were there with me
It will be that time of the year again
It will change like it happens with fashion
Every memory you have hidden
Tell me how can you
Bianca, my wall is white
When your airplane returns
It changes colors with you
You've seen it
In a bar downtown, I notice you
Thinking it's just an impossible affair
A glass falls from a counter
A story falls apart
Bianca, my wall is white
When your airplane returns
It changes colors with you
You've seen it
Bianca, as the snow gets whiter
You move forward into the night
And I can't find anymore
All traces of you
Translation done by Alma Barroca. In case you want to reprint it, please ask for permission first and always cite my name as its author. /
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