What is it you want from me? By Fazzaa
Una sua poesia, in traduzione:
" I am like an orphan, longing to see his mother for years,
And his father died from frustration,
Didn’t get to see them even for a glance,
And the sadness is deep to the bone,
his tears keep falling when the musicians sings,
While the musicians are singing from happiness,
They…"
Simon