The smells of roasted chestnuts
where are
The smell of roasted chestnuts
But here there are no hidden
are the things that are prepared as a thunder
Son things Hidden
have the scent of good weather.
Me the doctor ordered
A fado at each change of season
Me the doctor ordered
A fado at each change of experience
is a homeopathic remedy against
nostalgia is a drug
nice even though it may cause dependence.
I was born in Genoa
Cable cars and lifts creuze
I was born in Genoa City
lives of too many expectations are not
Lisbon, Coimbra
is not my country even more buses
I feel the soul of Portugal. Genoa City
steep
good legs to walk
Flipper put poised
Where a storm rolls
Town songwriters
Mountain bikers on the high ground pools murderous
If
Half a minute and pollutes the sea. My amateur fado
Another verse and then I put the point
But there is a rainbow lame
drop into a grease spot
So sing me love
until somebody gives me the cue So
Sing us love until love has reached there.
Max Manfredi
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