paroles de chanson Little Wing - Joe Satriani

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairly tales,

That's all she ever thinks about...

Riding the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free

It's alright, she says,
It's alright,
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.

Fly on, little wing.