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CD completo https://www.amazon.co.uk/Natale-Troub... Lyrics The wind is crying out a song, the moon is stirring cold. Riding through the stormy night, I am coming home. My heart was flewing lonely and got tangle in his hair. Swallow it in deep blue eyes, to make it nasful there. It's so hard to let him know, that his rose was on barren ground. The moment I heard you calling, I just have to turn him down. I'm coming home (coming home, yeah, coming home), riding the storm (coming home, yeah). Back to the heart then, where I'm alone. And I never stop (never stop, yeah, never stop), till I get home (never stop, yeah). I'm searching for places, where I'm alone. A man feels his lips tonight, but tomorrow we feel alright. I'm coming home, back in your arms tonight. The wind is crying out a song, the moon is stirring cold. Where the morning comes again, the sun will paint it gold (gold). I will be in your eyes and you shelter me away (shelter me away). Feel me with your magic kiss, we'll be as one again. I'm coming home (coming home, yeah, coming home), riding the storm (coming home, yeah). Back to the heart then, where I'm alone. And I never stop (never stop, yeah, never stop), till I get home (never stop, yeah). Lost as a place, where I'm alone. A man feels his lips tonight, but tomorrow we feel alright. I'm coming home back in your arms tonight. I'm coming home (coming home, yeah, coming home), riding the storm (coming home, yeah). Back to the heart then, where I'm alone. A man feels his lips tonight, but tomorrow we feel alright. I'm coming home, back in your arms tonight. The wind is crying out a song, the moon is stirring cold. Riding through the stormy night, I am coming home.