ANDREA BOCELLI lyrics - Sogno

Tremo E T'Amo

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T'amo e tremo Disse la donna Al suo soldato Che non tornava La sua voce Nel vento correva Sopra la neve Dove lui combatteva Tremo e t'amo Disse e piangeva Nel buio della sala Qualcuno rideva Per far torto alla paura A questo amore che gia finiva Il ricordo tradisce la mente Il soldato non sente piu niente D'improvviso Fu preso alle spalle Dal suo nemico Che strano parlava Delle rose, del vino e di cose Che un'altra vita gli prometteva Ma quante spose La guerra toglieva Dalle bracia della prima sera Tremo e ho freddo Disse il soldato Al suo nemico che lo guardava La sua voce nel vento restava Sulla platea che muta ascoltava ---------------- I love you and I'm trembling Said the woman To her soldier Who wouldn't be coming back. Her plaintive voice Was carried by the wind Across the chilling snow To where her soldier fought I'm trembling and I love you She whispered as she cried And in the darkness of the room Somebody laughed In conquest of the fear That this love was about to end But sweet memories can betray you The soldier doesn't feel anything anymore Suddenly From behind His enemy strikes Who, stragely, was speaking Of roses, of wine, of life's other joys That were promised him in another life Oh, how many brides Will war take away From that first night's warm embrace I'm trembling and I'm cold Said the soldier To his enemy, just like himself His voice hung motionless in the wind Heard by the silent audience of those that fell before him

Collaboration '98

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Johnny Blaze] So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit Fuck the world, word up Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast', collabora-tion [Chorus:] Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood Because is you down or are you down just because Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs [Verse One: True Master] Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact your format, is not yet suitable for combat Still dissident factions within the Kingdom Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy, test me Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip Fuckin with this royal assembly, the Sunz of Man summon me, Chief Administrator of the Law True Master in this hardcore Art of War I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense found the best strategy the most impressive defense So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force and exhaust your whole supply Don't send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain they respective borders, or it's a God damn slaughter [Verse Two: Method Man] Shots in the park, it be on after dark Hungry like the Wolf when the beef starts to cook When push come to shove, we push through the club Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub nosed I suppose, you get body-snatched when you doze Recognize your friends from your foes or here lie, another one victimized Left for The Fly, now what size is this Nigga your size, and I would be much obliged to get a fatter piece of that pie Still got my Eyes on the Prize, and like Gloria I will survive, at war with the warrior Hot with the rhyme.. pennies Turn the heat up, and bend me Prepare for the next milleni' I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee deep In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from Same shit different slum, where we about to go ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice when we done, and all minds are one, yo [Chorus] [Verse Three: Prodigal Sunn] I be the Rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise New York state side to the West side Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here to Palestine watch Sunz of Man climb I could tell a fake from a handshake for man's sake to hittin truth I translate til the land quake I plan my escape on the good fan base Strictly satisfaction like the Sunz of Man tape No copy or biting off of what your man make It's 1998, get your own mindstate In 1999 write your own platinum rhymes Can you see my love even though we be with thugs Yo, words and keyboards we please the Lord Lyrics feed the poor, while the rich receive the sore Couldn't stay in one spot too long, split in fours Told the truth the four tours brought artists four doors I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin God's work while you Star Search, I take your mind to Mars' dirt Uhh, what I said, can you see my love even though we be with thugs [Verse Four: Hell Razah] This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom of Islam, keeps me calm from doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam Through CD-ROM, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm Too late for Salaam, slugs rip through your arm Double lead arm supreme head some fled from the bloodshed Painting many in red, leavin Iranians dead , hangin fast on they deathbed Out the window, lyrics flow like hot chemicals Burning competitors, from they ears to they asshole You wanna battle, I seperate your Adam's Apple Crack your skully with a Snapple bottle, on the Apollo Can you read black, ease back, we bleed tracks Breeze through facts, contacts smack your wolfpack [Chorus] [Johnny Blaze] Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from Same shit different slum, where we about to go ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice when we done, and all minds are one, men from the Sun

Forever No More Poem

MARY J BLIGE "No More Drama"
No more invisible speechless, deaf and bling child With neglected pleasures being addicted to denial Floating through time, gravitating towards a warm arm With an appetite for the emptiness that promises no harm No more uncontrollable eruptions of emotional depression A primal S.O.S. from the barren prison of selfless expression that only the guilty with the innocent Souls-know buried in social scar tissue of defective ego No more relentless sifting through bodies seeking self Settling through competitive combat for what's left on the shelf. A mad melee of supply and demand driven by gullible pride that leads to sedating the you that suffocates inside No more - forever no more - because I've unshut my eyes And the differences between God's word and Man's Wills was realized Seeing opposing parallel lives some liquid, other frozen. Let me to never seek from man what God has chosen. Then the negative whispering subsided and the panicking ceased the undercurrent suppression of pent-up terror was released as the mystery of the unknown manifested pristine clear A positive message of truth entered my ear Now, across my face is a brand new smile With a newly revealed meaning of a 'Destine Child' A message of hope is being released from my Heart And I am overwhelmed with dedication to do my part All I ever wanted was to be as I once was - Unbounded Somehow it got all twisted and before long sounded As though life was continuous connive-thrive-drive Choking out the simple joy of just being alive Now I am filled with love and I sing a love song A song for yesterday, today, tomorrow, and beyond My new prayer is - Thank You God for setting Me Free And Thank You God - For Giving Me back Me

Soldier

Magic "Thuggin'"
Chorus: Magic Bitch i'm a soldier (until the day that i die) A No limit soldier (yes i am, yes i am) I thought that I told ya (and nothing or no one could ever change that) Ain't no need to ask me why I'm a soldier til i die. [Magic] I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck? Mr. Magic is my name y'all better give me respect You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the block With a .45 Glock and a mouth full of rocks Hustlin' like I didn't even care Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistols in the air Tryin' make a million pullin' all night flights I'm praying cuz I'm knowin that my life ain't right Forgive cuz I'm wrong but I'm begging or forgiveness And now I'm hustlin' in a whole other business Tryin' to do right for the people that I hurt in the process of growin up I've change my ways i guess thats why I'm blowin up I'm comin' back for all my peeps Just try to stay alive and keep your ass off the streets For the ones that gotta hustle just to eat Lord, I say a prayer for you before i fall asleep Chorus [Magic] How man heard Sky's the Limit? Shit i ain't finished this is only the beginning I'm with no limit Just think I'm in my prime If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'll change your mind Niggas like me hard to find Genuine I'm the only of my kind young black and full of pride With a mind to teach the whole world If you just listen to my words Y'all can feel my pain A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces The other half caught a bunch of fuckin' cases So still a lot of tender spaces Wish I could erase the hate Who said money makes you happy? It can never bring back my daddy So fuck the Navi and Caddie I'm hopin' y'all could hear me Cuz I'm speakin' this from the heart Me and my fans never torn apart Chorus [Magic] And to the haters that be hatin' on my click Find a spot in line or suck a nigga's dick I'm gettin a lot of call now Bunch of fake bustas I couldn't ever trust ya, fuckin blood suckers Want me for the gift that you never thought I had I saw your other side, but fuck it I'm mad You say a lot of shit but you never ponit the finger I'm guessin' that Mr. Magic gon' remember Surprisin' a lot of so called superstars Passive comments but really don't want go to war Not with me my reputation stands for itself Just pull the disc out can't keep it on the shelf go and get it like it's the last one left I work the piss out the people who press 'em I thank the lord for such a wonderful blessin' Every word that I speak is a lesson hard to believe that this nigga is from the projects Chorus

Ideomotor

THE AGONIST "Prisoners"
We are but prisoners of waterfalls We stand on broken ribs Faces to the glass we drown Heavy mileage on our minds We wrap the earth on cerebral folds And the corpse we carry really is a weight we'd like to throw We love the strange new animals We love the fearful plants But we all surrender Turpentine to rid us of our pasts You would walk the rotten hillside You would taste the clouds bellow But the world you walk Is running water through Valleys in palms of hands We all know we will be Respected by greed and death and loathed by clarity Jettisoned Emotions flood the banks The valleys overflow If only memory served us better We could swim to dry our souls [Chorus] We're suicidal swans We're silence in throats we creep You'll know us by shaking ground When ideas emerge from the deep Dolphins have more dignity A sleepwalking helicopter Gracefully deceased Beauty makes the blind weep To describe a song in color Is a portrait's symphony The light drips on closed eyelids Through holes in weathered sheets Curiosity stands up where strange faces hide and seek Swarming the webs of electricity That dragnet the city Confusing power with duty In a place with trees like origami Monstrous theories dance with nightmares On the horizon absolute equinox Listening to history in the present Planets approach with lupine walks [Chorus X2] Offering flowers to the dirt Like paralyzed dancers we decline And smile and flee But with years of past devotion The crushing atmosphere Is bittersweet In my waterfall here In earth I'll slowly disappear

Thank You

JIN "The Rest Is History"
This feels good right here, just happy to be here, I mean I gotta take a moment to thank those that made a difference Whether small or big, damn, where should I start though? First and foremost I gotta give praise To the Lord above and His Almighty ways Blessin' me with the gift to lift spirits And evoke emotions through these words everytime you hear it I got the lyrics and flow, I'm capable so When I blow, just know this one's for April and Joe Me and my little sister, we're grateful you know Wish I could see you more Avah at the rate that you grow My favorite uncle Franky for opening ya door When I ain't have a place to stay, I crashed on your floor Taught me the basic survival tools Auntie Cathy, every summer kept me in vacation Bible school Mr. Diskin for more than passin' grades And my fourth grade teacher Mr. Scott who passed away Peep how I met Kamel, corner on the street We goin' to the top, let's do it for Shawna and Jaleek In the beginnin', no one was on Jin's side folks Bar and Amory, whoa Bundy that's an inside joke Before bullshit friendships, synthetic for cream Chilled with my wall click, Bryan, Cedric and Jean So when I moved to NY chose to invest in a few One love to Patricia, Ben and the rest of the crew To be loved is a privilige, that's what I was told A gem from my man unless more precious than gold Infamous Joe lacin' my tatt so sick Fong, Yungmac, and Ken down at Ho Yips To Dee Waah Chivon and the rest of the deans For believing in a young man obsessed with a dream Allowin' me to write history create my own chapter All original ryders and the generation after The double R staff my thanks worth a million And the whole 30th floor at the Universal buildin' You could never walk in my shoes or stand in my boots Know how I came up, I'll never abandon my roots Yeah, C Rayz, Poison Pen for sharing the stage Shouts to stronghold, tone and the rest of the plague Ask Big Zoo, we ten steps ahead of ya Vice versus, eye to eye, E-O dub regulars My man J pure for bringin' the heat right And the rest of the poets, chillin' under streetlights Just keep the beats tight, shouts to the record spinners Enough, felli fell and all the heavy hitters Kubichi K Sly hold me down in L.A. Might catch me flickin' it up with von in the bay Then it's off to the wake up show with tech and sway Or big nat and foot out in VA It's damn near tradition to kick a freestyle Anytime I'm with Eddie Francis out in Seatown Can't forget hometeam as high as I be Supa Cindy, Big Lip and DJ Irie The club and mixtape DJ's that break records 'Cause thanks to them we've heard some great records Shouts out to the technicians they get props Feel free to holla, anytime you need drops Bob Collina, the only one to call Anytime ya boy Jin gota run in with the law Bert Padell A K A Big Babe Ruth Got the brinks truck outside, let's get paid loot 6 4 6 6, the trips back and forth From the studio to the crib, I'm never slackin' off How 'bout Will, Spivey and of course Killa Kai? Boondo, Randy, Feron just a few of my Close associates that I love to see School me to the game like Joe box and Brother E Razor and Mario for all them times we rocked shows To the rest of 176, tato "Holla front dot com" go register today Peter Jun, Rock, Lisa, Landy and J Keepin' me fresh Ellis at the barbershop Coast to coast, lifestyles reppin' the R alot My man cartoon bringin' the fresh sound Cookie and mag OG's holdin' the West down And of course Swizz Blocks, Carl, climax Far east movement, they got what ya minds lack T dot Montreal where I keep mass appeal Romero, baby you, R G and Neil It pays to keep it real even more to be sincere Thanks to B E T for jump startin' my career As for one oh six who they askin' about Free and A J can't wait to see yall back on the couch And MTV for givin' advance warnings John Singleton plus the chance at performin' The soul stopper X L Rolling Stone vibe The truth, the lies, the layout in rides For every write up forever in context King magazine Elle girl and complex To all the producers for providin' the beats Shouts to Neo, Tunehedz, Divine and Elite JR, Wyclef, Kanye, can I rep This is real hip hop be damned if I let Y'all tell me otherwise 'cause we so live This one's for 954 and 305 All the way to 718 and 212 And if you ever showed love this one's for you But I gota say thanks even those that hated 'Cause, 'cause ya'll kept me motivated {You see, lot times People dont appreciate the love and support That they get from they family an' friends Haters and all they are locked into but not me} {See I never take none of that for granted So I knew I had to take a moment And atleast let ya'll know how I felt about it C'mon} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all 'Cause when I'm sure there is no me Oh my cha I can't forget about you I know when you make sinners down You doin' a real good job on that I know I probaly forgot a ton of people But don't think that you know count it Anyway you want, it's just that It's a lot goin' on right now I got my element Little bit of Henessee left in my cup No I don't even drink like that I love ya, the rest is history baby I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all

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