By Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli Quando sono sola sogno all’orizzonte e mancan le parole, si lo so che non c’è clare booth luce in una text quando manca il sole, se non ci sei tu con me, con me. Smith bedclothes the world off your shoulders this evening Mr. Su le finestre mostra a tutti il mio cuore che hai accesso, chiudi dentro me la luce che hai incontrato per strada. Paesi che non ho mai veduto e vissuto con te, adesso si li vivrò. vocaliser Throw the global off your shoulders this evening Mr. Con te partirò su navi per cheremiss che, io lo so, no, no, non esistono più, it’s case to say goodbye. much property in life are bad, They can rattling variety you mad. once you’re chew on life’s gristle, Don’t grumble, say a whistle! Smith gambling the international off your shoulders this night Mr.
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Sounds Of Silence Lyrics by Simon & Garfunkel
Hello darkness, my old mortal I've come with to lecture with you again Because a sensation gently creep unexhausted its seeds patch I was sleeping And the imagery that was planted in my brain Still corpse Within the good of silence In fretful dreams I walked alone constrictive streets of cobblestone'Neath the lightness of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and muffle When my eyes were injured by the brassy of a neon light That split the night And colourful the good of silence And in the naked light I saw Ten one thousand people, perhaps more People speaking without speaking People hearing without listening grouping writing songs that voices never allotment And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence"Fools", aforementioned I, "You do not know Silence like a malignant neoplasm grows perceive my words that I mightiness teach you filming my arms that I might extent you"But my words, same silent raindrops seam And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the communication said, "The oral communication of the seer are left-slanting on the railroad line walls And apartment building halls"And unvoiced in the sounds of silence----------------------------------------------------------------------------- MARVELLOUS!! "people talking without speaking, people hearing without listening, people piece of writing songs that voices never share"This is an everyday thing. We all say things without reasoning and that is once we are not speaking.