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Flight's Albatross (beyond all limits)
Pop/Ballade • 2017 • Texter: Monica Bergo
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Flight's Albatross (beyond all limits)
Instrumentierung |
Klavier |
Art der Partitur |
Für einen Interpreten |
Verleger |
Monica Bergo |
Sprache |
Italienisch |
Music and song composed by me
FLIGHT'S ALBATROSS
Wind going, take me to the edge of town
And slowly I will fly, In freedom
Like an albatross, get out of here
Alone beyond all limits, wounded within the soul
Nail me to my role and then I'll run away again
You still can't hide me
I can no longer pretend
I still can't ask myself "what if that's all?"
Make me glide here
Looking at this humanity
Nail me to reality and slowly I will die
With the opening of my wings, the most majestic there is
The ships I will accompany, the breeze I will breathe
To never forget the origins of the sea
In flight like an albatross you won't be able to stop me
I feel unreachable, flying through the clouds
So unapproachable even by my fellow men
But explain to me why I go beyond all limits
Taking advantage of the current, following the horizon
Remember the swing didn't fly so high
The carousel that was turning nailed me to that look of yours
And like an injured albatross who can no longer fly
I chase that infinite sky but it cannot be enough for me
My mother used to tell me
"We never wanted you, you were an accident, a bad treatment"
and like a wounded albatross reeling in pain
looking for that nest and some heat
I will reach that horizon and then disappear
like this time of mine that goes away, dust and ashes will then remain
but now I'm an albatross, cutting the air around me
beyond any limit I will find myself
invulnerable creature
all alert my senses
you will no longer be able to surprise me, my flight is eternal
I will no longer curse my pindaric flight
I cancel and then rise again, like a phoenix to the new day
I fall into the abyss
of this loneliness
what a strange merry-go-round
to hell and then back
I will lower my wings and then the head I will recline
and as proud as I was born I will disappear ...
The death that cradles you like the wave does with the sea
Remind me, please, the secret to planing
And like an injured albatross, only with his pain
Beyond all limits and borders I will fly again….
Monica Bergo
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