Ruben Dario - Venice lyrics
Sadness, only sadness. It's not the soul that's sad and wastes away, but this body wracked by mysterious gusts blowing from the martyrdom of my nerves. There is a strange guest in my flesh, moving my muscles and my bones.
Sadness, only sadness. It's not the soul that's sad and wastes away, but this body wracked by mysterious gusts blowing from the martyrdom of my nerves. There is a strange guest in my flesh, moving my muscles and my bones.