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Ismael Serrano Lyrics: Un Angelo Non E '- Eros Ramazzotti

fra little arrivera Lei '
e' il aspettavo time io che da un'eternita '
non Riesco ancora a me lei verra
credercida' me l'ha detto
sorridendo a "Ed ora fa ho
preparatory
gia '
fresh flowers on the table that are more 'fun
this time is not' a lie to my house will
'
tonight she will not go to that other'

In her mind always
as an obsession that turns me on her
directions
and imagination, and I imagine that you are here and I imagine

lafria stringer of my arms to hold you like '

In her mind only on the skin

you still like a fire I can not wash away and the

dream that my eyes I see it as an angel

she who is not an angel 'Midnight


leaves and stars on the ceiling I've already turned off all'
go to bed and I think that
she will '
told me one day long ago in the mind always


her as she
an obsession that turns me on the senses and imagination

and I imagine that you are here and I suppose to hold it in my

arms to hold you like '

In her mind only on the skin

you still like a fire I can not wash away and

who dream in my eyes I see it as an angel

she who is not an angel'
and I imagine that you are here and I imagine

to tighten my arms to hold you like
'

In her mind only on the skin

you still like a fire I can not wash away
and in my eyes
sognano io che vedo eats the
angelo proprio che lei
a angelo non e 'proprio lei

... proprio lei ...