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Dance Over Time (Danza nel Tempo)
Pop/Ballad • 2015 • Lyricist: Monica Bergo
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Dance Over Time (Danza nel Tempo)
Instrumentation |
Piano, Pan flute, Violin |
Type of score |
Full score |
Publisher |
Monica Bergo |
Language |
Italian |
Duration |
4'40 |
Music and song composed by me
♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫ DANCE OVER TIME ♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫
Between sun and clouds
My time will also end
I won't regret it
Because
I write fairy tales
And I tell a life
The story inside me
How long still here on this earth
In the great book of life
There is no answer
And I wonder, after this, what else will be there
Maybe just a long sleep,
Off for eternity
So tell me, Mister Tempo,
You who see everything and know
You have already decided
the place and the day
where you will end up for me
But my soul is rebellious
you can't imprison her
You will take this body of mine
A little bad
I didn't love him even a little
Dance come on
You are too slow
Keep up the pace
And you will dance in my time
I will only follow my instincts
I will find ways to dilate
slow down
And still have time for me
So go and kick your sad tolls
And I will be air again
Even before he touches me
I will be storm and wind
And you can't stop me
I never waste my time
I can't rest
If I will be judged
Mitigating I want to have
I will be acquitted or damned
For looking for love
Just like in a will
Notes and words in the wind
Sad who has nothing
and nothing will leave.
And then I sign my document
I follow your slow waltz
I close my eyes and think
this will not be enough for me
I am suspended without limits and boundaries
I no longer have a body and so well
I've never been
and while I dance in my limbo
I look down to the earth
tragic samba, a carnival
white masks always at war,
the funeral of a woman
always barefoot and unkempt
a little witch, a little jester,
it's my party that never ends
Dance, come on
You are too slow
Keep up the pace
And you will dance over time
I will come back and be windy
You will look with the eyes of love
I will be a flower
You will recognize my perfume
and I recompose pieces of a lost identity
I have never been a daughter
and I never grew up
In my absurd theater
An actress without a scene
I who play myself
It's never "good first"
And then "Ciak, you turn"
Like a slow motion movie
A curtain now worn out
And my time spent ...
Between sun and clouds
My time will also end
Forever in the wind… ..I will dance….
Monica Bergo
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