LOST IN THE BREEZE
(ŠLorenzo Romagnoli)
Hardly they tried
To lead a life worth leading
Hardly they cried
Their lost love or fancy meetings
They tried to cheer me up
With silly words and phony smiles
Then they even frown
When I laugh at their choice
And I'm lost in the breeze
Of this chill morning air
I walk down the street
And I breath misery
And I walk down the street
And I breath my liberty
The letters I wrote
And the flowers I delivered
The streets that I walked
And my dough that I did spend
What makes me carry on
All along this freezing land
'Tis maybe just a thought
That makes me hang around
And I'm lost in the breeze
Of this chill morning air
I walk down the street
And I breath misery
And I walk down the street
And I breath my liberty