Letras:
La Bella Fioraia

: Verse 1 I survived a dreadful accident in the car crash of the century My shattered hopes collapsed on cold cement But in the back of the ambulance

It's good to be king, if just for a while To be there in velvet, yeah, to give 'em a smile It's good to get high, and never come down It's good to be

Your mouth blooms like a cut Sweet and full of sin I prick myself on your thorns And I bleed within Your leaves fade to brown And I watch you die In

My heart is a flower That blooms every hour I believe in the power Of love Well, I'm dancin' on some meadow Well, it's soft as a pillow Whoa, I pray

Lyrics/Music: Fiorenzo Fiorentini (1952) / Romolo Grano Ed. Musicali Di Lazzaro - Portovenere Nun me lo di' stanotte a chi hai stregato er core la verita

Belle C'est un mot qu'on dirait invente pour elle Quand elle danse et qu'elle met son corps a jour, tel Un oiseau qui etend ses ailes pour s'envoler Alors

Your mouth blooms like a cut sweet and full of sin I prick myself on your thorns and I bleed within your leaves fade to brown and I watch you die in

Tradução: Tucker, Orrin. Apple flores y campanas de la capilla.

Tradução: Vincent, Rhonda. Hay más bellas flores.