Postcards from Italy

Version propia de la hermosa cancion de Beirut narcoticamente melancolica, con esa familiaridad a la idiosincracia argenta que compartimos con el sentir de las naciones de la Europa oriental.


La letra y por si quieren tocar al unisono, los acordes.

Beirut – Postcards From Italy

Intro F F A A

The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had
Had to go
Never to go

The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
Were my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who
Those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times
Those were our times

Bb F Dm
And I will love to see that day
That day is mine
Bb F
When she will marry me
Dm C
Outside with the willow trees

And playing songs in May
What made me so
And I would love to see that day
The day was mine

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