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The Only Limit: The Sky (The balancer)
Pop/Ballad • Lyricist: Monica Bergo • Alternative Title: The balancer
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The Only Limit: The Sky (The balancer)
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=m58xzwEMGF8
♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫ THE ONLY LIMIT: THE SKY (THE BALANCER) ♫ * ´¨` * • .¸¸. ♫
I hang in the balance like this
Suspended by a thread
The only limit I have remains the sky
An equilibrist I Between good and evil
Without protection ever
Looking for the sun
And the circus under me
It seems empty to me
Faceless faces that
They take your breath away
Deafening that buzz
Who paid
A ticket to the show
Sold out
I try in vain to fly but my wings are broken and I can't explain them
I braid my hair to trap all the sadness and make it disappear
Under rivers of words as I stumble and fall the sun is rising
My life flows, all to be redone,
Sand between your fingers, and you can't stop it
I will take off on the last flight I, without a net, approach the ground
take these hands if you want to save me
but now it's late and you can't help me
I throw away the insecurities and that absurd need of your caresses
my whole life always begging
I touch this love and I can't have it
Your only limit is the sky
It is the middle ground that appears
When dreams see them fade away
You are a good balancer
If you want you will fly
Your only limit is the sky
While the body withers and then dies
Regret has a strange flavor
Balancing act
Now you can jump
You don't have to waver
If you want you can fly higher
The equilibrist lies face down
people shout and then rushes to track n
on is no longer the show they paid for
and a refund, yes, will be appreciated
the circus is like my life in balance more and more uphill
an equilibrist, increasingly tired
with this smile that is increasingly dull
as I approach the ground tell me a word and I will still be flying
nothing to save in my life
and now it's too late to start again
your only limit is the sky
the horizon where you want to disappear
if death wears black
life has its color
but gray is your numbness
red is your pain that you can never color again
When a great artist dies
There are many people who spend words
Just a few days and they will have forgotten
my balancer is lying on the pavement
and limits it hasn't ...
Monica Bergo
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