|?| PROLOGO |?| PROJECTS |?| CANVAS |?| UNKNOWN |?| EPILOGO |?|

::FIELDS::
  (Paroles: Regis)

VOLTA

 

ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A GIRL
A SWEET LITTLE GIRL WITH FLOWERS IN HER HAIR
WHO USED TO BRUSH THE WIND AND FLY UNDERGROUND
BENEATH WAVES OF SILENCE AND PETS COMIN' ROUND

GREEN EYES SOMETIMES TURN TO BROWN
ENDLESSLY ROAMING IN THIS TOWN

NEVERMIND THE SENSELESS THINGS
LOOKS OFTEN HAPPIER THAN THE SPRING

 

HAS A CALDRON WHERE SHE MIXES
PAINTED LOVE AND COLOURS FIXED

GREEN EYES SOMETIMES TURN TO BROWN
ENDLESSLY ROAMING IN THIS TOWN

FIELDS OF NATURE FIELDS OF BRIGHT
FIELDS OF SUN UNDER MOONLIGHT
SHE HAS A WILL, SHE'S REMAINING STILL
SPREADING LOVE OVER THE HILL