Paolo Saporiti. Alone. Rotten Flowers. Zeneszám

Rotten flowers,
you turned back to snow.

I?m feeling so cold,
I?m not feeling calm,
I?m broken by thoughts
of losing your love.

Useless words,
I used to let them grow,
between, you and me,
in tune, I?m hoping for June.

And now that you?re gone,
I?m almost alone,
I can?t get enough,
enough of the world?

And living?s so tough,
without you in my heart,
I?m almost alone.