Текст песни il mio campo - light

Every night when I come home,
I hear a noise of old floor.
Turning on the light,
Turning turning turning on bright light.

Every day I shout again,
Making a noise of my pain.
Waiting for an end,
Waiting waiting waiting for someone's helping hand.

Day and night,
Still visible white light.
Night and day,
Still nothing to say.

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