Genebra
José Roberto Verta / Richard Kraus Johnsson
In winter time we went to walk so drunk
And through the fields world seems it never ends
Yellow sunshine was green and blue to us
You were the beauty running in the woods
Something has come
In our hearts
We touched the stars
Without moving our hands
Lost in time we could not find our home
Closed our ears and many years were gone
Eyes like lenses, with our senses in smiles
Layed our heads on grass as night went by
Something has come...
Something has come
In our minds
We Kissed the skies
Without raising our heads