(ydn.) Mom, I tried. Mom, I tried. Yes, you did. Mom, I tried.
(Nimeni Altu`) Art is a flower destined to die in order to better understand humanity, the beauty of life, and happiness, and this has been my pursuit. Art soothes our pain, it makes us laugh, it makes us cry. Art awakens pleasure, it's both therapy and the fear we overcome. An express train carriage where the soul's expression always prevails. Art heals the spirit, in the darkness, it's the light of the air. Art makes you better, it's an exchange of knowledge and reflections on life, a recognition of creation, in fact, everything that poets recite. Art is the last drop of water for a society in the desert, and for humanity, it remains its only testament. Art is the freedom we had when we were children and played, we were poor and smiled, creating something from the little we had. Art is the treasure box of the Earth, it's freedom for a prisoner, it's sight for the blind and a voice for the mute. Art is sound for the deaf. Art is the treasure of the soul that remains through time, beyond space. Art is an older photograph of an entire generation.
(ydn.) You smile sadly in pictures now, a silent shadow in flowers made of ash. Give me long nights to dream of us, getting drunk with Mayflowers, For I wish you would listen to what I sing now, it's all you carry along life's path, it's all that hurts when you can't sleep, it's the chrysanthemum in my hair. I wish I could fly through clouds of longing to embrace you when everything is empty, and we could paint faces in the rain. I wish we wouldn’t forget about us. About us, About us, About us, Together...
In my grandfather's attic I found a Fred Astaire record From the time when the streets of Broadway Were dancing All the old mechanical toys suddenly awakened by this music Then jumped out their cardboard boxes In one bound And all around me With cries of joy They sang together In the middle of the attic which lit up
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano It's so easy to keep the tempo Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage But your music is our favorite And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Our grandfathers didn't have A TV to entertain themselves But back then, all the Broadway theaters Were singing Some were doing tap dancing Others were playing the trumpet And you were writing the Rhapsody in Blue For us It was the time of swing And Charlie Chaplin But we, to show you That even in this attic you're not forgotten...
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano It's so easy to keep the tempo Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage But your music is our favorite And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Mr. Gershwin, we want to join the dance Mr. Gershwin, we want to try our luck Mr. Gershwin, when you're at the piano It's so easy to keep the tempo Mr. Gershwin, you know how much we love you Mr. Gershwin, you left the stage But your music is our favorite And we want to dance like Fred Astaire
Why didn't I say anything? I know it's my fault, but I'm just too much of a coward I can handle myself Why didn't I dare to say it? We were just friends, but I was hoping for something more
I know I have made it difficult Because I have never said anything I'm holding onto a little hope But I can't say it now
You said it was too late And I know that But was everything we had in vain? I know that it was wrong And you can see it But was everything we had in vain?
Oh, come on As if I didn't feel anything for you You've never showed that you want to be with me No, no Oh, once again Have I hit my head first and sacrificed you? There was no way we were going to happen No, no, no
You have made it difficult Because you have never said anything Oh, only once I have moved on That's when you're standing here in the same place
You said it was too late And I know that But was everything we had in vain? Yes, it's too late And expected It goes without saying until I let go
You said it was too late And I know that But was everything we had in vain? I know that it was wrong And you can see it But was everything we had in vain?
Was it in vain, was it in vain? Was it in vain, was it in vain? Was it in vain, was it in vain? Was it in vain, was it in vain?
Going even further And sailing by your side To discover in the morning Beaches yet to be explored Then going even further Being able to start all over again Under the horizon, at eternity's reflection All together, we can, we want to, we will go even further