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Old 01-06-2011, 03:54 AM   #177
beppe
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Lucio Battisti (5 March 1943 - 9 September 1998), Italian
singer-songwriter, who is considered to be one of the best and
most influential musicians and authors in Italian pop/rock music
history. During early stages of his activities, Lucio Battisti
and songwriter 'Giulio Rapetti' known as 'Mogol' produced many
masterpieces, including 'I Giardini Di Marzo'.



English
Spoiler:
Il Mio Canto Libero

– in a world that
– doesn’t want us anymore
– my free singing
– and immensity
– opens around us
– beyond your eyes boundaries
– feeling is born
– it’s born between crying
– and he lift really high and it goes
– and it flies over people’s accusations
– (it flies) indifferent over its heritage
– holded up by a love gasp
– of true love
– in a world that
– prisoner is
– we breath free, me and you
– and the truth
– it offers herself naked to us and
– and image is clear
– already
– new sensations
– young feelings
– they express theirselves really pure
– in us
– ancient ghosts’ dress
– falling it leaves the painting immaculate
– and a warm wind of love blows
– of real love
– and i discover you again
– sweet mate who
– you can’t ask but you know
– that everywhere you will go
– you will have me by your side
– if you want it
– stones a day houses
– coverei up by wild roses
– they live again
– they call us
– abandoned woods
– and for this survived virgins
– they open
– they hug us
– in a world that
– is prisoner
– we breath free
– me and you
– and the truth
– offers herself naked to us
– and image is clear
– already
– new sensations
– young feelings
– they express theirselves really pure
– in us
– ancient ghosts’ dress
– falling it leaves the painting immaculate
– and a warm wind of love blows
– of real love
– and i discover you again
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