I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag
I will swear I have no nation but I'm proud to own my heart
I will wear your white feather I will carry your white flag
I will swear I have no nation but I'm proud to own my heart
E POI
You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs
The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear
Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity
You who I directed with lovers will
You who I let hypnotise the lens
You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare
You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask
Just like a greasepaint mask
MERAVIGLIOSI, STUPENDI. OLTRE. BRIVIDI ALTI 5 CM SULLA PELLE AL SOLO PENSARCI
