Ville Valo

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
Where angeli cry blood
On fiori of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When Amore is a gun
Separating me from you

She was the sun shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angeli cry blood
On fiori of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When Amore is a gun
Separating me from you

She was the wind carrying in
All the troubles and fears
You've for years tried to forget
He was the fire
Restless...

Strawberries cherries and an angel's baciare in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things

I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled too
A song that I had only sang to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and detto let pass some time
And I will give to te summer wine

Oohh-oh summer wine

Strawberries cherries and an angel's baciare in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to te summer wine

Oohh-oh summer wine

My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak
I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet...