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 Entry
GYPSY 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