...ma sono lascrime mentre piove, piove.
(Carmen Consoli-L'ultimo bacio)
There's no Jesus here to explain
I feel like a rejekt now
I remember there was
Nothing could impress you even if I tried
(The Cranberries-Loud and clear)
We used to be so free We were
living for the love we had and living not for reality It was just my imagination
(The Cranberries-Just my imagination)
And I'm not to able to pray anymore,
And I cannot hope in love anymore
And I canot wait for that love anymore
Nothing seems to be going right
Domandarsi perchè quando cade la tristezza in fondo al cuore
come la neve non fa rumore
The trees that whishper in the evenig
sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Feel the wibe, feel the terror, feel the pain it's driving me insane
I can't fake for good sakes why am I driving in the wrong lane
troubles is my second name
(Hooverphonics-Mad about you)
It's late at night, and I'm feeling down
There are couples standing on the street Shering summer kisses and silly sounds.
So I step inside, pour a glass of wine.
With a full glass and a empty heart I search for something to occupy my mind.
No more waiting, no more aching, no more fighting, no more trying...
Maybe there's nothing more to say and in a funny way
I'm calm because the power is not mine I'm just goin to let it fly...
(The Corrs-What can I do)
A bleeding heart torn apart
left on a icy grave
(The Corrs-Forgiven not forgotten)