Songtexte:
Tempesta Di Mare

I look at you all See the love there that's sleeping While my guitar gently weeps I look at the floor And I see it needs sweeping Still my guitar gently

It's a great, great pleasure, a great, great, great, big thrill It's a great, great pleasure, a great, great, great, big thrill When you got your baby

Well you're dirty and sweet Clad in black don't look back and I love you You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah Well you're slim and you're weak You've got the

Back in black I hit the sack I've been too long I'm glad to be back Yes I'm let loose From the noose That's kept me hanging about Lookin' at the sky '

Well, I ain't superstitious But a black cat 'crossed my trail No, I ain't superstitious But a black cat 'crossed my trail Bad luck ain't got me too far

I'm outta luck, outta love Gotta photograph, picture of Passion killer, you're too much You're the only one I wanna touch I see your face every time

Have you seen her? So fine and pretty Fooled me with her style an' ease And I feel her from across the room Yes, it's love in the third degree Ooh baby

(enlightened woman) She dances on the seven seas Dances on the ocean Sunlight on her golden hair Shapes of pure emotion Her voice is heard like Crystal

On the 14th day of April of 1935, There struck the worst of dust storms that ever filled the sky. You could see that dust storm comin', the cloud looked