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Witches
Поп-музыка/Баллада • Автор текста: Monica Bergo
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Инструменты |
Фортепиано |
Тип нот |
Клавир |
Издатель |
Monica Bergo |
Язык |
Итальянский |
Music and song composed by me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25hSr8poai4
♫ *'¯` * • .¸¸. ♫ ♫ Witches *'¯` * • .¸¸. ♫
It seemed a day so, like many others, I wake up and commitments already there are pressing who asks, who call, they have all need leave me alone want my dream Today, I'm sorry, but is not the day from these chains I feel disconnected and run happy in the thick of the wood I reach my nest my hidden place I never afraid in the woods at night With they I find again the right atmosphere and there, around the fire there is my family the only, the true
that resembles me the most And in my reflection are barefoot and shabby but just so , I feel myself and while we wait something to happen dolls in hand we look for a prey if in the Middle Ages they had burned us stronger and bad now we are back Between 1000 potions between powders and concoctions we here manufacture the strange mixtures And dance around the fire Of us, cares little to you we are ugly, we are ungainly we are dirty and unkempt and turned, turned around, there is a place in the world where it does not matter the look and appearance. And while we intone the chants to the moon a strange mantra to bring good luck I feel observed because there hidden he's , he followed me in the thick of wood I stop petrified and now I'm afraid because he knows nothing of my dark half and I see the contempt I can see it in his face and I have a heavy heart tears soaked-.... What I could say I would tell him "do not go" while time seems to stop a moment seems eternal.... But who cares half woman half witch If really you're interested maybe you love me the same.... and I look at you go away in my eyes nostalgy and a tear goes I think of what will not be strange actress consumed identity lost I try wherever my part always change my fate. And watch you disappear something inside me dies I would like an elixir of love it gives you back were antidote and poison maybe I can do without I drunk of remembrance then I cancel me and already I rise!! And dance around the fire I care little about you you are fake, gentrified at money you are sold and turned, turned around, there is a man in the world that perhaps will love what is not beautiful... A fake story in a true story in the middle is located the right fit, for us nasty witches in this bad weather the fire burning we have it inside. That old hags, that rude to you we did not even presented here's Dulcinea, Cassandra and Vanessa then all the other including myself I'm the witch that narrates and play I would like to be bad but, ahimè, I’m good and if my story you had bored I apologize and return to my enchanted forest ...
But I have bored you? Oh no ..... I feel bad rest….. Monica Bergo..
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