... There has never happened to draw someone or something and think that a certain kind of music would be the soundtrack to the ad hoc? I will ... always ... my characters are characterized in the words of songs dedicated to other and more ... Today I listened to Laila, Laila's Branduardi. I know it's dedicated to a woman, but the free feeling and inspiration can not be stopped before this ...
then Laila ... it does not matter if you do not know ... I "know" him ... and even if he looks like a woman, is as sophisticated as Laila, Laila is as passionate, has the charm of the Orient ... Tristan is silk and pearls, and flowers, is the volcano ...
Laila.
you Laila Laila. Laila ah ...
you hide your mouth three things:
white pearls in a row
scent of grass and a sip of wine from Shiraz.
Laila.
you Laila Laila. Laila ah ... He
your breath smell of grass.
Laila. Laila ...
Your mouth hides three things:
are pearls in a row
your white teeth and a mouthful of wine of Shiraz.
Laila.
you Laila Laila. Laila ah ...
In your eyes I see three things: diamonds
of blacks' Hindustan
and silks of Lahore.
Laila, Laila ...
in your eyes I see three things:
the burning flames of a volcano
and a sip of wine from Shiraz.
flames of a volcano in your eyes, silk
is your wish!
Laila. Laila ... You hide in your eyes
three things: diamonds
of blacks' Hindustan
and a sip of wine from Shiraz.
Three things in your heart: the
Cobra Burma.
Bengal
all the flowers and a poisonous fruit!
Laila.
you Laila Laila, Laila ah ...
You hide in the heart of three things:
your sweet kiss I lose
and a sip of wine from Shiraz.
Laila is beautiful and venomous ...
in his kiss the wine of Shiraz,
cobra in his heart of Burma
(C) A. Branduardi
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