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Dopo pranzo si andava a riposare
cullati dalle zanzariere e dai rumori di cucina;
dalle finestre un po' socchiuse spiragli contro il soffitto,
e qualche cosa di astratto si impossessava di me.
Sentivo parlare piano per non disturbare,
ed era come un mal d'Africa, mal d'Africa.
Saturday night I'm a dreamer,
I can't live without you
on my own, lies a photograph,
please come back and stand by me.
Con le sedie seduti per la strada,
pantaloncini e canottiere, col caldo che faceva.
Da una finestra di ringhiera mio padre si pettinava;
I'odore di brillantina si impossessava di me.
Piacere di stare insieme solo per criticare
ed era come un mal d'Africa, mal d'Africa.
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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