Cannes, ville de l'amour.

Cannes, ville de l'amour.


She burns like the Sun

Bless me, undress me
Pick your prey in a wicked way
God I must confess
I do envy the sinners
And secretly she cries...


Strawberry Fields Forever

I can see the sun again, thank you baby.
Even If You don't know it.


Per colpa tua.

Per colpa tua...Io ora ho paura di vivere.