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My Last Flower (The Wolf and The Witch)

Pop/Ballade • Texter: Monica Bergo
 
     
 

My Last Flower (The Wolf and The Witch)


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Verkäufer Monica Bergo
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Instrumentierung
Klavier
Art der Partitur
Klavierauszug
Verleger
Monica Bergo
Sprache
Italienisch
Written and composed by me, "My last flower (The wolf and the witch)"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIkx3YT--jk

THE LAST MY FLOWER (the wolf and the witch)

I look at my last flower
It loses its scentand I do not know what to do
I protect you with warmthof this other story I have to tell

creatures alone and desperate
many scars heal
a witch and a wolf
do not know yet
that their destinies are to merge

and starts this magical storysweet
as ancient fable
in a forest with no place and no age
out of touch

and the time is stopped and does not move a breath
and the heart, explodes and skip a beat
and look you recognize
like not having never lost

and the wolf that is injured
a white rose in red has turned
He is bleeding along with drops of pain
his red eyes burning with love

and the witch instead hides
because she isn't beautiful and it is not important
nobody in the world has never belonged
and a caress he never touched

she care and caresses the soul
he looks at her and his anger dominates
and one year only lasts a moment
lost in eternity

and the wolf tells tales
and the witch makes magic potions
and exchange promises useless
that the night guard

and she will dance
will dance naked
and the wolf with his heart on his
sleevelying by the fire that lights up,
so free
unobstructed
and are reflected in the magic lake
and do not feel that cold shiver...
not last, do not you feel it too?cold around us

Abracadabra !! from caterpillar to butterfly
Alakazam !! and I too am beautiful
do not you wonder how and why
I started to talk to me
snow fallsbut we are in August
and there is nothing
that you find a place
this my music speaks for it self
this is the strangest tale that is

I stop here
It will end well
I can not tell
the end of a love
that is not written yet

I stop here
It will end well
in a vacuum and the absence
these days my
silence and inconstancy in your feeling
sthe flower dies already

go wolf go
stop thinking about her
from your pack you will need to return
and then runs away

witch will
if you want to transform
changes role
an actress who artand
you will have new flowers

day step into the dark caverns of regret
Mix them with potions and transform everything into tears
like a cat in the night
I try the food
in the trashno sun,
no light
no god here that help me

body and spirit dentedas
a glass stuckinside
my poor heart
the memory of a love
He never really lived
so alive in the mind
is my animal instinct
that makes me ache
while another dream diesthe
witch in the lake you slidethe
water lapping against the planin
his eyes the wolf that is now already far

a fairy tale real or invented
in between my hidden truth
all my stories strange and weird
over this skin are now tattooed

I watch the sun go down
in his hands my last flower
the vision of a love
how does a rose withers and dies ..
a life to tell
I will do this time
storytellers or poor jester
with this smile, tired to die

the bitter sweet taste
of lost things to forget
too good to last and
the witch and the wolf look disappear ..

Monica Bergo
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