In the square, she came running, I was lucky to be there. In her hair, she wore flowers, The scent it filled the air. She must leave, not returning, I was sadness standing there, A silent square, bus of silver, With my vision disappears.
In the square, she came running, I was lucky to be there. In her hair, she wore flowers, The scent it filled the air. She must leave, not returning, I was sadness standing there, A silent square, bus of silver, With my vision disappears.