Songtext von The Troubadour

Oh, she died somewhere in the 30’s in france Then a troubadour made a song in her name In italian, true language of love “Sei davvero sbagliatta, signorina dolore” And the beautiful of his words inspired every pelter Even homeless running away from their shelters And for the first time, a smile was a smile Clonazepam would not be found in any aisle Well, I can’t wait to hear from you Oh, this troubadour composed the song “We are two infants ready to rock Naivety is our playground And affection is our weak side The truth is now so clear You have been my heroine”