Piano Solo - Digital Download
SKU: A0.1012709
Composed by Monica Bergo. Contemporary. Score. 13 pages. Moni Bergo #5742973. Published by Moni Bergo (A0.1012709).
Music and song composed by me
THE LAST MY FLOWER (the wolf and the witch)
I look at my last flower
It loses its scentand I do not know what to do
I protect you with warmthof this other story I have to tell
creatures alone and desperate
many scars heal
a witch and a wolf
do not know yet
that their destinies are to merge
and starts this magical storysweet
as ancient fable
in a forest with no place and no age
out of touch
and the time is stopped and does not move a breath
and the heart, explodes and skip a beat
and look you recognize
like not having never lost
and the wolf that is injured
a white rose in red has turned
He is bleeding along with drops of pain
his red eyes burning with love
and the witch instead hides
because she isn't beautiful and it is not important
nobody in the world has never belonged
and a caress he never touched
she care and caresses the soul
he looks at her and his anger dominates
and one year only lasts a moment
lost in eternity
and the wolf tells tales
and the witch makes magic potions
and exchange promises useless
that the night guard
and she will dance
will dance naked
and the wolf with his heart on his
sleevelying by the fire that lights up,
so free
unobstructed
and are reflected in the magic lake
and do not feel that cold shiver...
not last, do not you feel it too?cold around us
Abracadabra !! from caterpillar to butterfly
Alakazam !! and I too am beautiful
do not you wonder how and why
I started to talk to me
snow fallsbut we are in August
and there is nothing
that you find a place
this my music speaks for it self
this is the strangest tale that is
I stop here
It will end well
I can not tell
the end of a love
that is not written yet
I stop here
It will end well
in a vacuum and the absence
these days my
silence and inconstancy in your feeling
sthe flower dies already
go wolf go
stop thinking about her
from your pack you will need to return
and then runs away
witch will
if you want to transform
changes role
an actress who artand
you will have new flowers
day step into the dark caverns of regret
Mix them with potions and transform everything into tears
like a cat in the night
I try the food
in the trashno sun,
no light
no god here that help me
body and spirit dentedas
a glass stuckinside
my poor heart
the memory of a love
He never really lived
so alive in the mind
is my animal instinct
that makes me ache
while another dream diesthe
witch in the lake you slidethe
water lapping against the planin
his eyes the wolf that is now already far
a fairy tale real or invented
in between my hidden truth
all my stories strange and weird
over this skin are now tattooed
I watc.
