Yesterday I got a really nice cd collection of Flack. Flack is one of my old passion that never disappoints, and makes me go back over the years. Yesterday while I fell asleep I heard this song that I recognize a lot. And they'll tell
words
red as blood, black as night;
but is not it, boy,
that the reason is always with the strongest, I know that poets
moving rivers with the thought, and sailors
infinite
who can speak with the sky.
Close your eyes, boy,
and believe only what you see inside;
clenching his fists, boy, let him keep her
not won even a moment;
cover love, boy,
but not hide under the cloak to
Sometimes someone passes,
sometimes there is someone who should see it.
Dream boy dream
when the wind rises in the ways of the heart, when a man
lives by his words
or no longer lives;
dream, dream boy, do not change a
to your song,
not stop you ...
Let the world say that people like you always lose;
because you've already won, I swear,
and you can do anything;
runs every time
hand on a woman's face, fairleads fingers;
no kingdom is bigger than this little thing called life
And life is so strong that
through walls without being seen
life is so real that it seems impossible
having to leave;
life is so great
that when you're about to die,
will plant an olive tree,
convinced yet to see it flourishing
dream, dream boy, when she turns
,
when she comes back,
when the only step that stops the heart
not you feel it more;
dream boy, dream,
the days will pass,
passerrà love
passeran night,
will end the pain, you'll always
...
dream, dream boy, little boy
in my memory,
many many times in this story:
account there anymore;
dream boy, dream, I left you a
sheet on the desk, missing
only one way to
that poem,
you can finish it.
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