domenica, agosto 12, 2007

Pausa di riflessione. 


E allora. Lei è magnifica, punto.

Lui non sarà un cantante, non avrà una pronuncia sopraffina, ma a un uomo che mi guarda in quel modo, con quegli occhi, non si può dire cosa farei :P



 

In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me

And speaks my name

And do I dream again

For now I find

The phantom of the opera is there

Inside my mind

 

Sing once again with me

Our strange duet

My power over you

Grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me

To glance behind

The phantom of the opera is there

Inside your mind


Those who have seen your face

Draw back in fear

I am the mask you wear


It's me they hear

 

Your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined

The phantom of the opera is there

Inside my/your mind




In all your fantasy

You always knew

That man and mystery

Were both in you

 

And in this labyrinth

Where night is blind

The phantom of the opera is

Here/there

Inside my mind

 

Sing! My angel of music

He's there

The phantom of the opera


Sing...

Sing for me...

Sing, my angel of music!

Sing for me!



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