Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole... On days like these When skies are blue and fields are green I look around and think about what might have been And then I hear sweet music float around my head As I recall the many things we left unsaid It's on days like these that I remember Singing songs and drinking wine While your eyes played games with mine |
On days like these I wonder what became of you Maybe today you are singing songs with someone new I'd like to think you're walking by those willow trees Remembering the love we knew on days like these It's on days like these that I remember Singing songs and drinking wine While your eyes played games with mine Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole... |
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