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The Legend of Black Butterfly
Pop/Ballade • Texter: Monica Bergo
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The Legend of Black Butterfly
Instrumentierung |
Klavier |
Art der Partitur |
Für einen Interpreten |
Verleger |
Monica Bergo |
Sprache |
Italienisch |
Musica and song composed by me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-cvo2ewrO1k
The legend of the black butterfly
They say if a black butterfly comes to land on you
You will have memory of past lives
Remember Sopiti
They resurface in you
While I wandered alone one evening
Lost in my thoughts
Flapping of wings, a black soul
He settles and takes me with her ..........
Infinite spaces and the moon shining
and an immense sky that is my cradle
I am a thousand-colored minstrel
Who lives on music, without worries
The black butterfly is always with me
During the day it is a tattoo, at night a mirage
Together, in symbiosis but in freedom
Let's live to love, not to grow old
The moon at night inspires me words
That serves form with the sun sorer
We walk happily around courtyards and castles
We dance and play, we are minstrels
But then he comes and watches me dance
And this heart of mine wants to possess
But I've always been nobody's
I turn and disappear, in the roar of thunder
Legend that you know in ancient times
Give me the freedom I've never had
I fly with you, you will take me
At the time I belong to and have never seen
Changing shape, changing essence
It is metamorphosis but only in appearance
I will keep my soul
Flapping of wings, this time takes away
While thunder explodes in the sky
I wake up and suddenly I find myself in chains
It's as if I've always known
I understand that this world of mine is over
A powerful man should not be rejected
And without trial they've already sentenced me
“Burn the witch and that tattoo of hers
The devil stamped his mark on his arm "
But here in the sky, son 1000 butterflies
They wrap me up slowly
Dear Sisters
People who scream and look scared
Then abracadabra, the witch is gone
Butterfly go, talk about me
It brings light and peace to the blind man
Diversity, fear does
Only a desire to love no longer has
Legend you know, eternity
It is given only to whom something will leave
My fantasy, poetry
Not even fire can ever sweep away
They say that if a black butterfly comes to rest on you
The soul of a lost person returns to life with you
While a child rests quietly, born only an hour ago
The black butterfly swirls slowly
And history will repeat itself ...
Monica Bergo
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