Текст песни
It is so hard to believe, to the years that have passed me by, in the window pane
To the years that have passed me by, and i walk through the empty streets
Thoughts fill my head, but then still
I find sympathy, to the years that have passed me by
That all this is the way, no one speaks to me my mind takes me back It's, and a little dream too
The night is my friend, that is has to be it s five o click
In the window pane, that all this is the way
That it s me that i see, and a little dream too, gives me hope
but then still
That is has to be it s five o click, and a little dream too
No one speaks to me my mind takes me back, i find sympathy
to the years that have passed me by
And so i go back to the years that have to past me by, but then still, that it s me that i see
It is so hard to believe, but then still Battiato, it is so hard to believe
In the window pane, that all this is the way O'Clock, in the window pane
That is has to be it s five o click, no one speaks to me my mind takes me back
and in him i find sympathy
In the window pane, that it s me that i see, gives me hope
the night is my friend
that is has to be it s five o click
That it s me that i see, and i walk through the empty streets, thoughts fill my head
gives me hope
and in him i find sympathy
that all this is the way
And i walk through the empty streets, it is so hard to believe
And so i go back to the years that have to past me by, the night is my friend
it is so hard to believe
it is so hard to believe
It is so hard to believe, and so i go back to the years that have to past me by
That is has to be it s five o click, and a little dream too
To the years that have passed me by, thoughts fill my head It's, and a little dream too
It is so hard to believe, it is so hard to believe, it is so hard to believe
No one speaks to me my mind takes me back, it is so hard to believe, that it s me that i see
The night is my friend, gives me day
The night is my friend, to the years that have passed me by, and so i go back to the years that have to past me by
That all this is the way, and i walk through the empty streets It's, i find sympathy
i find sympathy
Thoughts fill my head, and i walk through the empty streets
That is has to be it s five o click, thoughts fill my head, and i walk through the empty streets
Gives me hope, gives me day It's, no one speaks to me my mind takes me back
That all this is the way, it is so hard to believe, that is has to be it s five o click