Red Smoke ft. Italo Salizzato Lyrics

From the bright window of my little house

I look so far, beyond the town, still hoping that from the fine horizon line

Your fast walk is, still showing

Because your smile is like the air of March

Perfumed like a flower that opens up

Cheerful like the flying butterfly

And the joy of those who receive it… has no borders

When the eyes alone are enough to speak

And the hands teach to move away

Detach from that face and that smile

That alone shows you the way of paradise

While I wait for your presence here

I play an old jazz song, on my grand piano

Just to prepare for the time remaining

To our meeting, quiete soon

I would like that each time was like this

A story that grows in value compared

To the continuous changing of time

When the eyes alone are enough to speak

And the hands teach to move away

Detach from that face and that smile

That alone shows you the way of paradise

From the bright window of my little house

I feel emotions coming to me

A red smoke comes, early and fast

And your voice inebriates me

I would like that each time was like this

A story that grows in value compared

To the continuous changing of time

To the continuous changing of time

From season to season