Aranjuez, a place of dreams and love Where a rumour of crystal fountains in the garden seems to whisper to the roses Aranjuez, today the dry leaves without colour which are swept by the wind Are just reminders of the romance we once started And that we've forsaken without reason Aranjuez, today the dry leaves without colour which are swept by the wind Are just reminders of the romance we once started In Aranjuez, my love You and I
cdanilo1955 2 years ago
il grande Aranjuez ! 5 stelle
kargraziana 3 years ago
votato 5 stelle
alephso 3 years ago