winter

escaping from the sun
looking for a place to go
my guitar is the leader
she knows the places I wana go

giggles come to me while I walk
strong laughs that I don't know
where do they come from
from here or from there?

let me see one last time
those pretty eyes that you hide
I promesse,everything's gonna be alright
i'm standing right by your side

rubbish thrown away
new thigs are coming
speak up right now
the winter is starting

let me see one last time
those pretty eyes that you hide
I promesse,everything's gonna be alright
i'm standing right by your side

speak up right now
the winter is starting...

Winter - G