Musical Express - Giorgio Tuma

Hollow lane, blooming stars

Crystalline line of horizon

Echoed sounds coming from space

There are milky roads

Ropes to climb up to the top of

Curly clouds rolling gently

And it isn’t late to whistle a new tune

And it isn’t late to paint doors and white rooms

Oh, I’ve singable dreams

Oh, I’ve crumbs of some petty bright days

Hollow lane, blooming stars

Crystalline line of horizon

Echoed sounds coming from space

And it isn’t late to whistle a new tune

And it isn’t late to paint doors and white rooms

Oh, I’ve singable dreams

Oh, I’ve crumbs of bright days

And it isn’t late to whistle a new tune

And it isn’t late to paint doors and white rooms

Oh, I’ve singable dreams

Oh, I’ve crumbs of some petty bright day