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And While It's Raining Outside
Pop/Ballad • Lyricist: Monica Bergo
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And While It's Raining Outside
Instrumentation |
Piano |
Type of score |
For a single performer |
Publisher |
Monica Bergo |
Language |
Italian |
Music and song composed by me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZOZwDjbr4B8&list=PLNxt97_iOIGilKmm9_XDdT1TAVEiHO735&index=5&t=0s
And while it's raining outside
Breathe so slowly You do not want disturb me aspects that a smile you can light you're sweet and delicate an angel lost I look at you and I hurt the heart and while it's raining outside
while you're watching me I breathing your taste and as it were a sea I dive in pain Your flight inhibited the trampled dreams "I would have been able to love" and while it's raining outside
I miss the breath in this room I now I can not neither breathe and you knock at my castle without a king but now I can not let you in and it is far from the day in which for you I sacrificed everything and I offered my heart I remember well your words "I'm not a man, let me go" Now you understand where you stand but I was so tired of waiting and love crumbs upon us 2 Peter Pan grew ever
the stars more shine faster then disappear planets who weep and my colors melt the rain which shut down your useless fantasies give me another age and new opportunities
raining outside you relegates me in this limbo of questions and regret I preferred your silence and I’m witch and later Queen a realm without enchantment you not return to my world if you turn the water into tears
rains inside me in the soul stop there motionless seek your image but you are no longer that frail boy who invented fables and he peered clouds Who are you now?
stay here poised hugging a nightmare in my atypically falling I think of you and rush alone in this abyss the wingspan makes me planar
lull chords and notes caress souls dance to the rhythm of a thrill I play for what could and is not play just for you
Torture me, deceive me let me decide if not a dream I can survive falls the curtain of time on us strange actors of a later was staged never
as a disease who does not care and that will not heal (You're inside me) Heart pawing and loses its beats mind that slips on these moments (and flies away)
screeching chains on this our age hands are grazed and while it's raining outside (and inside me)
frail margin between dream and reality thin the line between body and soul (and I would like you) in size still to live love me if you want but not yet know where and while it's raining outside
and I hold strong thread a kite in my hand a flight of thoughts while you are away my senses crazed I swallow my sighs and meanwhile the sun rises but inside me…… ..it’s raining….
Monica Bergo
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