November 16, 2012
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Romanza
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I can hear her
I can hear her dying,
but she’s calm, it seems as she wants to
sleep;
then she comes and searchs for me
with her eyes
then she takes off
the last veil as well,
the last heaven as well,
the last kiss as well.Ah, maybe it’s my own fault
ah, maybe it’s your fault
and like this I kept thinking.but life...
but, what’s life?
all or nothing
maybe not even a why.
She comes and searchs for me
with her hands
then she holds me tight,
she lets go slowly,
she holds me tight slowly
she looks for me slowly.Ah, maybe it’s my own fault
ah, maybe it’s your fault
and like this I kept watching.and they call it love,
and they call it love
and they call it love
a thorn in the heart
which doesn’t hurt
it’s a dessert
this people
with sand
at the bottom of their hearts
and you,
you don’t hear me anymore,
you don’t see me anymore,
if at least I had the courage
and the strength to tell you
that I’m with you.Ah, maybe it’s my own fault
ah, maybe it’s my own fault
and like this I stayed just like this
I stayed just like this.I can hear her
she can’t hear anymore;
in silence
she went to sleep
she already went to sleep.I keep playing this even not knowing what this is about.
This song is just so charming.
Just like what romance itself should live like.
Yes, I know I do sense what it is.
What one could feel towards his beloved, and what can last even at the times when his lover dies
This should be the sense of love.
Yes, this is so scarce in a city like this, so scarce that I could never sense it's coming.
U know what? Yes, either one can get it all, or he just could have none of it
Is that what we call romance?
How can It be fair?
God, help me stop this.
