When the fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evenin' birds are calling
Summer's thunder time of year
The sound of music in my ears
Distant bells new mown grass
Smells so sweet
By the river holding hands
Roll me up and lay me down
(And if you sit don't make a sound, Pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls. The silver sound from a time so strange, Sing to me, sing to me)
Musica: Pink Floyd
Foto: Ivan/Gigi
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