"In a garden full of roses my hands were tied behind me
My Cousin was working miracles, I wondered if he'd find me
The moon was turned toward me like a platter made of gold
My death, it almost bored me so often was it told"
Da The Good Son a The Boatman's Call
Degli anni passati in sud america vi è testimonianza in the good son, album contenitore di alcuni aspetti tipici della musica tradizionale brasiliana [...]
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