Roberto Tardito
The Spices Road
The sun sets for me
It's my way on the spices sea
It calls me and he asks me to go
Till he knows my ego.
I ride it like a golden veil
This desert a shining trail
Who calls me and asks me to go
Looking ahead to and fro.
She can look the sand
She can take my hand
She already knows my strand.
But I saw other eyes gazing me
Mixing with mine, challenging
She called me, asking me to run
I closed my eyes, I've done.
Because the sun sets for its way
Because the path is the spices trail
She calls me and asks me to go
Till she knows my ego.
She can look the sand
She can take my hand
She already knows my strand.
Because the sun sets for its way
She calls me and asks me to go
Because the path is the spices trail
Till she knows my ego.
It's my way on the spices sea
It calls me and he asks me to go
Till he knows my ego.
I ride it like a golden veil
This desert a shining trail
Who calls me and asks me to go
Looking ahead to and fro.
She can look the sand
She can take my hand
She already knows my strand.
But I saw other eyes gazing me
Mixing with mine, challenging
She called me, asking me to run
I closed my eyes, I've done.
Because the sun sets for its way
Because the path is the spices trail
She calls me and asks me to go
Till she knows my ego.
She can look the sand
She can take my hand
She already knows my strand.
Because the sun sets for its way
She calls me and asks me to go
Because the path is the spices trail
Till she knows my ego.
