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The world that there isn't (Homeless)
Pop/Ballad • Lyricist: Monica Bergo
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The world that there isn't (Homeless)
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=0cvXoXCQXkI
The world that there isn’t
How did
Dante one day
in the hell and after I return
Down in the world that there is not
In pieces of ice
It reduced your heart
you walk, walk,
do not you think the pain
of lost things,
caresses denied
the cold that you feel and clouds the mind
At What you cling
and where are you going?
it is dark at night
and you think only
that Close the eyes
it means to die
in this station might end
the life,the joy,
but which ? future
and that what you have inside
It makes you tougher
you mirrors, reflect
in the void of others
Look at them in the eye
precipitates, reel
this is the life
in the world that there is no
and while run after a blind butterfly
and meanwhile look back on fairy tale ever read
and you search the laughter, games and friends
return back, hope of happy days
everyone is inside his sick world
and that who you are looking for is not there, is lost
only shadows lurking
and the moon that shines
but she is not always that
here in the world that there is no
and while you get lost in 1000 miseries
and then you start up into the nothingness that awaits
if you touch people
they hastens and takes offense
and lengthens the step that knows where it goes
you don’t look, you don’t dare
don’t hope and don’t you think
and the snow falls and while you pray
that this god distracted
realizes that exist
a deeper world
what light does not
but your soul is not dead yet
walk, walk
and she opens the door
that goes to the world
that out shines
there is still a spark of love that awaits
and here it is
that rises the charm
the flower is reborn
fear and fright
heat that feeds
sun is shining
and with its rays
protects, defends
and while you mirrors ,with the sun in your eyes
and while you look back the dark of before
there is that girl
that inside the night
smiles, turns and then goes away ...
you look at her, until she is a distant shadow
As Dante did one day
in the hell and after I return
Down in the world that there is no ...
Monica Bergo
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