two seventeen pee EMM...

A guitar just start playing at the inner harbour of my town,

While the little girl wearing a pink jacket walks in front of me saying to her mom:
What a beautiful day.

There must be some kind of way out of here,
Said the joker to the thief,
These are the words flowing with the guitar,
While my eyes get cover by tears.

Joy is what I feel when your face strikes my thoughts,
Sea-water runs on my cheeks shaking my hole core,
A love I will meet in all my other journeys,
Rest in peace my beloved Bonnie.