Letras: Lucio Battisti. Images. The Sun Song.
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Your long blonde hair and eyes of baby blue
Bright colors never fading
The blush of childhood on your downy cheek
The days of hide-and-seek
The secret places we arranged to be
The things you felt but couldn't see
The sandy footprints as you shyly fled
Oh no now summer's gone away we are older
Where have you been what have you done till now?
You're a woman a woman tell me
What do you mean that you're a woman at last?
How many arms have been around you?
Did they change you in the past?
So what don't tell me you're moving too fast
Do you remember tossed in waves of white?
Green stones where water flows free?
What color are your eyes speckled in light?
I'll never ask you'll never tell me
Oh sad old ocean sad old ocean jaded sea
You were as pure as the innocence in me
Oh sad old ocean sad old ocean jaded sea
You were as pure as the innocence in me
The bicycles
We left abandoned on the top of the hill
Lying together under the trees
Flowers the pages of your scrapbook fill
So happy in that summer breeze
An awkward silence that you seem to fear
A look i couldn't understand
The flowers falling as i draw near
Oh no don't hold me back don't raise your hand
Where have you been what have you done till now?
You're a woman a woman tell me
What do you mean that you're a woman at last?
How many arms have been around you?
Did they change you in the past?
So what don't tell me you're moving too fast
Can you recall the waves and summer skies?
The spray from surfing in the sea?
What light flickers deep in your eyes?
Is the flame still burning? I can't see
Oh sad old ocean sad old ocean jaded sea
You were as pure as the innocence in me
Oh sad old ocean sad old ocean jaded sea
You were as pure as the innocence in me
When the bright rays of the morning sun burst into the night
The early day breaks over us with clear warm light
The shadows and the phantoms of the dark turn into trees and blossoms
Truth once more rejects the lies
And love becomes the light that's shining still in your eyes
Your long blonde hair and eyes of baby blue
Bright colors never fading
The blush of childhood on your downy cheek
The days of hide-and-seek
The secret places we arranged to be
The things you felt but couldn't see
The sandy footprints as you shyly fled
Oh no now summer's gone away we are older
Where have you been what have you done till now?
You're a woman a woman tell me
What do you mean that you're a woman at last?
How many arms have been around you?
Did they change you in the past?
So what don't tell me you're moving too fast
Do you remember tossed in waves of white?
Green stones where water flows free?
What color are your eyes speckled in light?
I'll never ask you'll never tell me
Oh sad old ocean sad old ocean jaded sea
You were as pure as the innocence in me
Oh sad old ocean sad old ocean jaded sea
You were as pure as the innocence in me
The bicycles
We left abandoned on the top of the hill
Lying together under the trees
Flowers the pages of your scrapbook fill
So happy in that summer breeze
An awkward silence that you seem to fear
A look i couldn't understand
The flowers falling as i draw near
Oh no don't hold me back don't raise your hand
Where have you been what have you done till now?
You're a woman a woman tell me
What do you mean that you're a woman at last?
How many arms have been around you?
Did they change you in the past?
So what don't tell me you're moving too fast
Can you recall the waves and summer skies?
The spray from surfing in the sea?
What light flickers deep in your eyes?
Is the flame still burning? I can't see
Oh sad old ocean sad old ocean jaded sea
You were as pure as the innocence in me
Oh sad old ocean sad old ocean jaded sea
You were as pure as the innocence in me
When the bright rays of the morning sun burst into the night
The early day breaks over us with clear warm light
The shadows and the phantoms of the dark turn into trees and blossoms
Truth once more rejects the lies
And love becomes the light that's shining still in your eyes
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Lucio Battisti
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