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All Sleep on the Hill
Pop/Ballade • Texter: Monica Bergo
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Instrumentierung |
Klavier, Panflöte, Geige, Cello |
Art der Partitur |
Partitur |
Verleger |
Monica Bergo |
Sprache |
Italienisch |
This music and song of mine composed by me are dedicated to the tragedy of femicide
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8E6xl8bOug
ALL SLEEP ON THE HILL
As words and images flow They all sleep on the hill They are many, so beautiful and pale They wait on the hill Fragile-looking princesses That ask unnecessary questions They are dead and now they are free But I'm still here
"Had I been more compliant, had I been a little more docile He is always so unstable, maybe it was my fault " “If I had known how to take it, and learned not to respond If I had always said yes, I would be alive and still there "
They are women of all nationalities And little girls who will never bloom As the seasons and years go by Their face is ageless Tonight the sky is brighter It will be they who shine Shooting stars now that you no longer have a place Tell me where you will run away
You feel guilty But it is not you who sinned Hide the signs It is the secret within you Everybody knows but it is more convenient to keep silent Until you yourself lie I had a dream, a nightmare but I was awake On the hill you waited for me
And they are mothers, lovers or daughters Prostitutes, saints or wives They have no hell or heaven They are waiting for you And justice will not belong to men But of anyone who sees everything, who knows everything when your time is running out Tell me who can ever save you
Princess, sleep in the trash Your prince no longer has control And a tear remains motionless Witness of the atrocity Follow the avenue of pain and tears And you walk up the hill And join the motionless companions Waiting for you on the hill
And they share a horrible fate Different stories with the same ending And as avenging goddesses they wait The man who defiled them And it's an army of black angels their choir is high and unstoppable resounds loud, an echo that is relentless your sleep will torment and a thousand ways to beat well you know hide from the world what you really are the last image behind those eyes of his the blind fury inside you
while in the sky a lightning already rumbles I also start on the hill I lay a flower then I remain motionless and I fall asleep here, on the hill ……… ..
Monica Bergo
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