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Like Scrooge (Christmas Ghost)
Pop/Ballad • Lírico: Monica Bergo
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Like Scrooge (Christmas Ghost)
Instrumentação |
Piano |
Tipo de composição |
For a single performer |
Editora |
Monica Bergo |
idioma |
Italiano |
Music and song composed by me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLVjjI83oj4
Like Scrooge
"Din Don din Don the bells ring with each strike, they remind you that it is Christmas I am shadow in the dark it's the time it takes me I am your ghost just as it was for Scrooge
You will follow me In the already lived you will dive into the past like a painter who has mistaken his colors like an actress that her role no longer has you will walk in the mist of your mistakes until that unsolved disappears "
"What does it mean this crazy journey of yours nothing will change with your passage I won't love those cold natives of yours I will hate that snow that whitens them and those sincere and commanded wishes hypocritical hugs I will refuse "
like vampires in the night we move freely and transformed into pure light we fly away from here
I touch the moon, immense and white only she never changes his immortality scares it is eternal light on us
my house is there a distant point and I miss him already my reality
and now we are here and anguish grips me how gray and how bad it hurts every day a battle in silence I scream inside me my soul is already tired and i would like to run away
there is a girl hidden there he wants to come away with me and looks at me in fear he recognized me I am a life from here
an instant that seems to be eternal we look each other in the eyes the unspoken question it's always the same he asks me if this will change
I just want to hug her and rock her do you know the maternal instinct as it is? but the ghost tells me "don't interfere the past remains as it is "
And does Din - Don Din-Don the sad bell I open my eyes and listen its distant melody it's already one o'clock I wait for my ghost I am a flower and as in the wind I will obey him
"Come with me" "no, wait don't speak I already know what you want to show me but there is nothing I don't know about my present then take me to the future as Scrooge you hooded are a little creepy ghost but I don't fear what will happen to me "
so across that boundary that chains us all flapping of butterfly wings so my years went by and like an old movie that nobody ever sees I lonely spectator I'd like to stop now
like a book that reveals its ending the future is here it is already written
and now we are here a new dimension I don't know this reality these places and people they are sad and crying it seems they are whispering my name
and I stumble between white masks it seems that Carnival is here and it's a tragic samba I join the dance that my funeral will be
I'm knocking on the door to heaven I ask if there is a place for me and St. Peter asks: "Who recommends you?" and I'm already screwed
and the church is now upside down no longer anyone looking for Jesus empty crosses and my coffin open "take me home, I can't take it anymore"
The sun is rising on this Christmas I open my eyes and think which doesn't hurt that bad I apologize to Dickens for the distortion I'd like my ghosts just like Scrooge .... Monica Bergo
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