Cross-road Testo di / Text by Giorgia Gatti My head is so bad when the storm is a Rock n Roll; my heart goes really fast, while your way breaks off the lane stayed on my course. Hey man, it s not the end if we stop and I don t stay alone; at night, in the moonlight, she phoned, ding dong, she found the road to look into her mirror. One day, in a traffic wave, they drove like the wind-blow does; at a cross they felt at loss; he died before he guessed their love was only a crossroad.