ZUCCHERO - Diamante

I breathe the smell of the barns Peace for those who will be and for the bakers Rain I will be and rain you will Lighten my eyes and flourish the snowfields We learn to walk walking together holding hands Sunday I will wait for open wineries looking more adult to you and you’ll be major for me New distances closer us from a sky Diamante Our eyes can see soldiers and brides hand in hand stay together Dancing in backlight raising our voices hand in hand soldiers and brides Sunday Sunday ♫