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A Wish for Christmas
Pop/Ballad • Lírico: Monica Bergo
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Instrumentação |
Piano |
Tipo de composição |
For a single performer |
Editora |
Monica Bergo |
Music and song composed by me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yI62u14_KwM
A WISH FOR CHRISTMAS
A wish for Christmas
Who does not have it?
But here every year is always the same
Will not come true
It is a simple thing (for me)
Nothing impossible (no price)
I look at the showcases but
there is nothing for me
To whom could I ask, I do not know
I mix a little 'fairy tales, I'll make it
Christmas Carol and Aladdin
And I will have my Christmas genius
It takes a puff of wind
A pinch of regret
Few flakes of snow
Scattered here and there
And the Sahara sand
A grain of anger
The magic of the nights of Ali Baba
Comes from the dust, it is here
Sparkling lamp, who goes out
special effect and then
Abracadabra ... ..is Santa Claus….
I did a little 'confusing
I was wrong potion
I'll change direction
try again
the wings of a fairy
the glint of frost
some cry of witch
I will mix
And will come Christmas
and also for me
It will be a special day
And will come Christmas
And here's my dream come true
"You know the rules: 3 wishes, but you can not use one to have my powers.
I can not interfere with the love and its dramas,
I can not turn back your years
And I can not kill, nor steal,
and this lamp I would escape
Only my master can free
They never do, not even you will want "
how I would fill my eyes of light
and the heart of love
I lost
while alive suspended
in this air the waiting
and drops a tear
the inexplicable sadness
the ghosts that appear
and I do not know what to say, I can not explain
what's up
Abracadabra I wish that
This my mind continues to fly
And the little girl inside of me
Live forever and do not want to disappear even
But that obnoxious my genius
It's already gone
And I missed a wish
About reimburse me?
It is a simple thing (for me)
Nothing impossible (no price)
I want that in my life
Everything remains as it is
With all the imperfections
misjudgments
And the wrong choices at a young age
I look back and I get
All a bit 'to be remade
I look ahead and I appreciate what I have
And will come Christmas
But so much for me
Every day is special
And will come Christmas
After the wait is not so bad
Abracadabra I wish that
This my life remains as it !!
Monica Bergo
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