Lyrics
if you open the window, i'm free from the words, that are hard to come out, like a weeping willow, your fingers in my hair, when the wind comes and plays, its music, its music
Song details
Artist: elisa
if you open the window, i'm free from the words, that are hard to come out, like a weeping willow, your fingers in my hair, when the wind comes and plays, its music, its music
Artist: elisa