Lyrics Lord Byron - Al Bano & Romina Power

Lord Byron When a child he lived in povertywealth developed in his mindhandsom, pale, aristocratic ancestry
Byron was his name
Cambridge days, those were the crazy dayshe, the leader of a new waveprofile posed against a stormy, windy skya symbol for the brave One thousand cups of goldmany the stories toldso many heroes alive
He, no one could controlearth was no home to himbright is the place of his soul England in the 19th centuryhad condemned him as depravedwith his exile his extravagance was paidwhile the public raved
Water city of the heart he chose
Venice, a lover and a frienda crazy caravan of countessmonkey and dogshe set a gypsy trend One thousand cups of goldmany the stories toldso many heroes alive
He, no one could controlearth was no home to himbright is the place of his soul With the poets that will never dienothern winds blew him to Greecein the agian water's ancient battle zone
Byron rests in peace