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"Our Beginning"

Romance
I already hear,
I already hear her die,
but she is calm, as if she wants
to sleep;
then with her eyes
she comes to look for me,
then she surrenders,
also the last veil,
also the last sky,
also the last kiss.
Ah, perhaps it is my fault,
ah, perhaps it is your fault,
and so I remained thinking.
But life,
but life, what is it?
Everything or nothing,
perhaps not even a ‘why’.
With her hands
she comes to look for me,
then, she holds me tight.
Slowly she releases me,
slowly she holds me,
slowly she looks for me.
Ah, perhaps it is my fault,
ah , perhaps it is your fault,
and so I remained looking.
And they call it love,
and they call it love,
and they call it love,
a thorn in the heart
that gives no pain.
It is a desert,
these, people
with sand
at the bottom of their hearts,
and you,
who hear me no longer,
who see me no longer.
If at least I had the courage
and the strength to tell you
that I am with you.
(Ave Maria, ave Maria.)
Ah, perhaps it is my fault,
ah, perhaps it is your fault,
and so I remained so,
I remained so.

I already hear
that she can hear no longer;
in silence
she went to sleep,
she has already gone to sleep.


This site created by Susan
On Monday, March 10, 2003
For my love

Is it you?


Romanza by: Andrea Bocelli