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Beyond The Clouds
Pop/Ballade • Texter: Monica Bergo
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Instrumentierung |
Klavier |
Art der Partitur |
Für einen Interpreten |
Verleger |
Monica Bergo |
Sprache |
Italienisch |
Music and song composed by me
BEYOND THE CLOUDS
Beyond the sun and beyond the clouds Where fairy tales lose magic There is a place where nobody goes Even reality stops here And it is a path that has no end Mark the border Between false and truth
follow the dark and you will pass it And there you will find me, I am a shadow
You look for me in a sea of old memories My mind becomes clouded and I still forget it Think back to what it was like to feel like a child You cried and wanted your mom close But I was never a daughter And that's exactly why I didn't grow up I am in a limbo of broken dreams Of inhibited flights, of love never born
I live here, beyond the clouds I write fairy tales that I will never live Surrounded by the pages I will forever fill
I live here, beyond the clouds And the mask I will wear It will be the one you choose Only then will you see me
Spoken part: I live here I do not speak your language I don't live in your world I no longer seek light and heat I no longer feel the sun on my skin And I don't waste time in the futile search for love There is no one who even looks for me in his memory Because I am a shadow, nameless and faceless Don't ask for me, nobody knows me Don't tell me about yourself and your life, I don't understand you Once I also had a life But I don't want to remember it To forget the pain
Like snow I melt in the sun I am looking for words that I never said Across a lake of tears I feel your pain That's why you're here
I walk in the wood of the spider nests And pieces of mud rained down from the sky Because I don't forget where I come from I flashed in a flash and quickly I go out
And don't tell me the things you saw Because I no longer understand your language By now I perceive only one language That comes from the heart and explodes in a song
I live here, beyond the clouds Where to cry is impossible Here the tears do not come down The ice will prevent it I live here, beyond the clouds Where the woods are impenetrable I look alone in this reality Look better and find out What with me A thousand spirits, like fireflies that shine Animated by my chills They will never go out
If a star shines and then dies Don't be sorry Heaven will replace it And so, my time ran out I'll be that wind that It will touch you and it will disappear …… ..
Monica Bergo
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