Qualcosa cambia.
Qualcuno torna.

Q U A L C U N A

s i n g m e t o s l e e p

"sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep, and then/leave me alone/
don't try to wake me in the morning, cause i will be gone/don't feel bad for me/
i want you to know/deep in the cells, of this empty heart i feel so/glad, to go..."

I l f u m o n e i g i o r n i d e l g e l o

Pietro, Michela, Francesco

G r a v e

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