Из альбома: Z80

(words/music by Francesca Ortolani)

Silence, silence, I can't hear the wind

Men, do not dread, the grass is green, the sky
Blue Look at the trees, a blossom's becoming big
Crowds are not dead, the dead was lost in the afternoon
What will you do? I won't be waiting here

Here comes the Sun
To wish you a merry summer
Here comes the Sun, the Sun

A new spring star is bright'ning on our arms stretched out
Please come with me, I'll take you to a stream
When we're back home, I'll tell you legends from the past
But never forget, the mind always looks ahead

Here comes the Sun

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