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The Missing Link (L'anello mancante)
Pop/Ballad • 2016 • Lyricist: Monica Bergo
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The Missing Link (L'anello mancante)
Instrumentation |
Piano |
Scored for |
Solo |
Type of score |
For a single performer |
Publisher |
Monica Bergo |
Language |
Italian |
Duration |
6'42 |
Music and song composed by me, dedicated to my missing sister
THE MISSING LINK
I often still get surprised
looking for you between people
in a gesture
in an instant
in an evasive shadow
and I remain hooked between past and present
a recurring sensation
alone among people.
Lying and pretending
than inside me
nothing is missing
a pathetic clown
always happy and smiley
I write music and words
to tame the fire inside me
because only we know
where this pain is taking us
where are you? where are you?
my sweet missing link
you will come back to fill my mind
I step back once again
and I am limbing next to you
hand in hand
resigned, while the grey was oppressing
for the two of us at every awakening
a battle would start
I pushed that moment back
I didn't wanna be awake
but you always protected me
even from a cruel child
my fearless sister
so storng and independent
you used to talk to me about guys
and how to kiss them
I used to blush
and my heart beating fast
I will look for and call
my missing ring
and you will answer with the same silence
used to ask me if you were beautiful
with that storng make up on
you looked like a sad Pierrot
tired of being avoided
you were uncomofortable and people used to push you away
many ignorant hypocrits
looking like saints
and again the two of us together
in the open abyss
me climbing up slowly
but you remain behind
I give you my hand
but your destiny was written
you fall down deep and far
in that damned hell
it will shine, it will shine
my missing ring
I will show it proudly to the people
and you flew away in that boiling July
the freeze inside my heart
you, unconscous and paralyzed
and for your last travel
few hopeless people
"for the life she used to live
it's better that she s gone"
but they know nothing about it
about your unheard shout
of my diamonds ring
dropped in the mud
freedom is a meaningless word
oh you, bling and deaf butterfly
your wings are now open
you will fly, I will fly
and I will delete the distance
I will find my missing ring..
Monica Bergo
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