Too many people for me are crowding in the swimming pool.
We look at one another from far, each one confident to have chosen freely.
sea
Fence
From here my soul will never reach the sea
heart goes on beating on the sand
To a friend of a past time
Too many people for me are crowding in the swimming pool.
We look at one another from far, each one confident to have chosen freely.
From here my soul will never reach the sea
heart goes on beating on the sand
To a friend of a past time