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Inside the Mirror
Pop/Ballade • Texter: Monica Bergo
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Instrumentierung |
Klavier |
Art der Partitur |
Klavierauszug |
Verleger |
Monica Bergo |
Sprache |
Italienisch |
Music and song composed by me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dd2BtKWNpd4
♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫ Inside the mirror ♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫ Christmas again and again I'm sick, I wander around lost for this my life, lights, festoons and all better the play never changes and while I get lost inside my unsolved model a smile I stamp it on my face I wait every year be given back to me what they took from me I want it back and as Dickens I think back to my birthplace and I pining trying happy memories That I do not have I look in the mirror and I see myself aged who cares if I have never been beautiful Who is this woman I don't recognize it there is no light in his eyes but then it comes to life and suddenly I understand I gladly accept the exchange of places I inside the mirror she in my life moves safely I look at her in fear while baking cookies and preparing packages and with my daughter makes 1000 projects and I feel cut in half and I hit the glass but the mirror swallows me there is no going back and inside me .... I will complete half sentences I will exhale all the cold from the soul I will stem fragility inside my mirror mud and humility
painter I. of my days I paint myself beautiful and I'm in a fairy tale I will rewrite new realities in words and music my magic bubble I draw a tear you will delete it. And inside the mirror life reflects I walk on the avenue of my uncertainties I stumble upon fragments of forbidden dreams of broken wings of inhibited flights Silence explodes in the cry of a child is imprisoned there suspended in that limbo he holds out his hand and is desperate is the boy I lost that baby never born and his father appears to me with his arrogance she repeats "you're good, but not good enough" but I step on it and then throw it away my inadequacy I am only this accept me and maybe you will love me ... and I will compose the melodies to cancel my improbable expectations only me will feed unnecessary caresses I will no longer seek and empty my pockets from guilt and unnecessary burdens I won't appease conviverò with this relentless thirst and a somewhat faint mind I who live on the edge between dream and reality I'm outside and the mirror it's just a reflection I'm inside my world and christmas is now me too..... Monica Bergo
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