Over Me

OVER ME
Mum is widow riding on my knees.
Funny beat don. t call me
when you need.
Over me, ohohoh
Over me, ahahah.
It.s the way you walking down the steet.
Like another silent symphony.
The time is up
the window will
for another wake up in the beach.
Over me…
It.s the way you talking to the bitch.
It.s a silent written in a tree.
The time was up
my Italy
like another sad symphony.
Over me…
It.s not the way, it. s not the way,
to bring to me.