a vegades, a l'abril, és el que passa

els quaranta són meus

per molts molts anys (we don't wear any wings...)

I've got an angel
She doesn't wear any wings
She wears a heart that could melt my own
She wears a smile that could make me want to sing

She gives me presents
With her presence alone
She gives me everything i could wish for
She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home

She can make angels
I've seen it with my own eyes
You got to be careful when you you've got good love
'cause them angels will just keep on multiplying

But you're so busy changing the world
Just one smile and you could change all of mine
We share the same soul
Oh oh oh ohh

We share the same soul
Oh oh oh ohh
We share the same soul
Oh oh oh ohh
Oh oh oh ohh
Mmm mmm mmm mmm

 

passejant barcelona