Piano Solo - Digital Download SKU: A0.976849 Composed by Monica Bergo. Children,Contemporary. Score. 10 pages. Monica Bergo #3236735. Published by Monica Bergo (A0.976849). 2017 Holiday Contest EntryGYPSY DANCE And it is another day that passes and goes I know that one the same will not return I feel restless, I lose my colors Invaded by the gray of the outside world Need love And that sense of emptiness Suspended in limbo, I move in slow motion invent a fairy tale that time which was I miss the affection of my tribe I wear a dress from 1000 colors Weave hair with grass and flowers Again gypsy in this other my life It is not just a fairy tale, it is a never ending story Between the elves, the fairies and gypsy violins In the woods near to ancient kingdoms I feel beautiful too, happy and accepted here's the trivial woman who has transformer dance gypsy cries inside of me It is a fire that melts this cold there is freedom it is desire to live It is dances gypsy and I’m the queen Again this decomposes my identity Nemesis goes crazy and unleash My spirit Which is young and free I mud and Diamond Matte and shining I alpha female of a group of witches Unleashed storms, threats suspended Then a rainbow of many colors Here the rain is over, wake up the flowers We dance happy in this my kingdom In a circle, spell of a beautiful dream Another my world I will not return If I’m not anyone Leave me alone I will not return In this tale, I will hide A still picture On the surface I will be Turn the page and I animet and the end will be Disappearance Monica, in the world here But in this my kingdom forever I will live From a cover I will smile I’m not gypsy, not even Queen but inside me I remained a child Gypsy violins do not sound I miss the affection of my tribe and I go back to that time when everything was empty dream and fly was my only game I'm not so bad in the world here in the shoes I wear in my reality dance gypsy cries inside of me It is a fire that melts this cold there is freedom it is desire to live It is dances gypsy and I’m the queen I tread with joy my but and my if The inadequacy I do not know what And yet I know that thrill try The apparent death, far and distant The dance gypsy , here,under the moon Ancient ritual that brings good luck You will be welcome in my tribe In this my book, the end can write to you ... Monica Bergo
