Paolo Saporiti. Alone. Haven't You Heard?. Zeneszám

I rose up when spring comes.
I turned smart into a warm kind.
Haven?t you heard, now that you?re blown?
Now that you?re gone, now that you?re calm?
Walk on, a step up,
I turned black into a fi re.
Haven?t you heard, now that you?re blown?
Haven?t you learnt, now that you?re fi re?
Haven?t you heard, now that you?re gone?