sabato 22 ottobre 2011

Al calduccio sotto le mie copertine (n.30)

Willie Nile, Willie Nile, 1980

Ride to my window baby, come in the morning

under the covers maybe we can play.

The nasty old reaper don't give you no warning

ride to my window baby, come by today.

Ride to my window baby, come in the evening

the afternoon sun is going down soon.

Why be waiting there, hiding and grieving

when we could be rolling neath the vagabond moon.

It rides and thrills as it rides in the hills

and it rolls through the dregs of the night.

It shines and beams down the back alley streams

and it fills a poor heart with delight.

Ricordando un amico.

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