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| 1. |
| 2:36 | 
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| 2. |
| 5:41 |
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| 3. |
| 4:31 |
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| 4. |
| 5:41 |
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| 5. |
| 4:19 |
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| 6. |
| 4:27 |
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| 7. |
| 4:15 |
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| 8. |
| 1:05 |
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| 9. |
| 5:01 |
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| 10. |
| 5:37 | 
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Little that dove in the cradle
Life of the woman or man (Era ia senal)that I put in the morning Dress like the saint monsieur Morning daylight there is no peace and work in the fields Market place, empty clothes, no one works through day All the roads are clean in today My king is coming All our windows, all our flowers too My king is coming There is something unique in the air My king is coming People is here and people is watching They are just appearing over the hill Here is the king, here is the king Everybody is happy Today everybody is happy And people is shouting now Hey the Roi Soleil Hey the Roi Soleil Let the king, let the king Let the king, let the king |
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| 11. |
| 4:17 |
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Le case le pietre ed il carbone dipingeva di nero il mondo
Il sole nasceva ma io non lo vedevo mai laggiu era buio Nessuno parlava solo il rumore di una pala che scava che scava Le mani la fronte hanno il sudore di chi muore Negli occhi nel cuore c'e un vuoto grande piu del mare Ritorna alla mente il viso caro di chi spera Questa sera come tante in un ritorno. Tu quando tornavo eri felice Di rivedere le mie mani Nere di fumo bianche d'amore. Ma un'alba piu nera mentre il paese si risveglia Un sordo fragore ferma il respiro di chi e fuori Paura terrore sul viso caro di chi spera Questa sera come tante in un ritorno. Io non ritornavo e tu piangevi E non poteva il mio sorriso Togliere il pianto dal tuo bel viso. Tu quando tornavo eri felice Di rivedere le mie mani Nere di fumo bianche d'amore. |
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| 12. |
| 4:09 |
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| 13. |
| 1:55 |
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Life's but walking shadow
A poor player that strts and frets His hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; It is a tale Told by an idiot, Full of sound and fury Signifing nothing. An idea is a flashing fire In the land of our dark desires And you're never tired Like a bird you are trying to use Your broken wings To open the cage To cross the nigh To pass over the bridge And fly away |
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| 14. |
| 4:11 |
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All my sleeps are full of dreams,
My eyes blended of streams And my heart takes no delay To see the storm insight. She will never true, She won't give me any grace. Now she pierce my soul Flow my tears and blow my sighs forever, Forever more. Let your dreams outside this door And come into my world, Please relieve my pain, Flowin' my tears and blowin' my sighs forever. Now teach me hope. All my sleeps are full of dreams... |
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