Once upon a time in Amsterdam I was in love I used to sing sitting on the back of his bike And I used to think he was the most splendid creature. Years ago in this airport I broke my own heart by asking him to behave like a fairytale prince charming while all he did was to disappoint himself before me. And this country this city I used to love where the streets had no names for me, where the snow did not stop the bikes from cycling around. This city I felt under my skin with the truest love a woman can feel filling with passion every dream I had about me and him. But true love is not always real and I lost Amsterdam once I lost him here in Amsterdam Schipol. Once upon a time in Amsterdam another me had no idea of the pain that was about to come not for the love that ended but for the disappointment of someone so dear to me that indeed is nothing like I thought. Once upon a time in Amsterdam another me believed in love, her love, and I did not know that everything was g...
You can be every little thing you want nobody to know. Maledizione.