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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Piano questi passi d’amore
Sulla strada del cuore
Che mi porta da te
Soffia il vento del tempo
Questa notte che va
Sempre qui ci troverà

Piano senza fare rumore
Gira il mondo le ore
Quanta fretta che ha
Un ricordo domani
Questa notte sarà
Sempre qui poi tornerà

Nasce il sole
Che cosi
Ci troverà abbracciati
La sua mano
Sulla porta piano
Spalanca il cielo al mattino

Giorno mentre arrival l’inverno
Un fedele ritorno
La sua neve cadrà
E la notte pi¨´ chiara
Questa sera sarà
Quando il puio scenderà

Nasce il sole
Che cosi
Ci troverà abbracciati
La sua mano
Sulla porta piano
Spalanca il cielo al mattino

Forte e lo voglio gridare
Questo amore pi¨´ forte
Questa notte sarà
Quante volte
Nel letto si è svegliato con me
Questo amore è per te

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Piano (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can’t feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches

To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can’t feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches

To the good, to the clean
And i’ll be you’re ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of sighs
Not some moaning, until they homing
And they spoil it all

To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can’t feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches
To the good, to the clean
And i’ll be you’re ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of sighs
Not some moaning, until they homing
And they spoil it all

Not some moaning, until they homing
Not some moaning, until they homing

To the good, to the clean
And i’ll be you’re ugly
To the occasion, to the lie
Kiss beneath, bridge of sighs
Not some moaning, until they homing
Not some moaning, until they homing

To the noose, to the neck, to the boost, to the check
To the micic, to the psychic, to the circuit
To the games pays to blame
To the freedom, make it rain, make it sane
Make it dance, not a chance, see her run
See her come, take her kindly
She is dark eyed, no soul, no soul
She is lifeline to the heartbeat
Can’t feel the heartbeat
To the flowers, to the bunches,
To the lunches, to the punches