"Out From Africa" di Giuseppe Giulio
Out From Africa
Last song in a bottle
a word across sea air
Mountains,hopes
a paith with much love
Colours and flowers
green spaces, an infinity freedom
people with a simple smile
just a little life…
It is our mother, out from there
an endless hope is here
best dreams, best times
They will take a way in the world
Is my Africa, is our soul
