The Window
If you open the windowI'm free from the wordsThat are hard to come outLike a weeping willowYour fingers in my hairWhen the wind comes and playsIts musicIts music
If you open the windowI'm free from the wordsThat are hard to come outLike a weeping willowYour fingers in my hairWhen the wind comes and playsIts musicIts music
Se você abrir a janelaEu fico livre das palavrasQue são difíceis de sairComo um salgueiro chorãoSeus dedos em meu cabeloQuando o vento vem e tocaSua músicaSua música