Testo di Pavoa

There's a beak around my thumb And I will gonna slide Through his glowing feathers That seems like the paradise You give me that look Dressing the crown Above you head My hand will slide Grew up in my house But you had to leave We both expect That you come back Back in the day you used to live Among me and my mom You leave behind you nature That belonged the savage life You give me that look Dressing the crown Above you head My hand will slide Grew up in my house But you had to leave We both expect That you come back