Testo di Abba Zabba

These nights, they, they go by slower and slower I'm searching for the sun beneath the sheets And I think I'm getting colder and older While jealousy just gets the best of me Take all this infatuation and envy I never thought I'd be this way with you Make your wish, blow out the candles And I hope that every one of them comes true And she said: "Don't live with frustration, I've learned from years of patience Your day will come." Don't praise me because I made it through Without any help from you Without anyone at all Don't hate me because I didn't make the call And I'll never take the fall. And she said: "Don't live with frustration, I've learned from years of patience Your day will come."