alexandros filippakis

My words are my world
my prison, my walls
the stairs that i climb
to get me gently in the skies
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Each day of my life
seems a different song
-just like the sea-
first a warm embrace
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Revengeful mind
that in heaven dwells
you gave us hope
that like ice it melts
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Eleven men were marching in the graveyard
playing a music that made shake my feet
they were all dressed in coal black clothes
and i thought they had someone to meet
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-Your bonds are strong enough
I will break them
Then we’ll laugh
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Pensando a te non vedo niente piu
Neanche pensando a me vedo niente
Oramai...
Sento soltanto le voci delle serate
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P A U L T I B B E T S

Summer-Crime
And the living isn't easy
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Chaque journée de ma vie
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The day you came into this world, a few years after I came, I was neither a small child nor an old man. Even know, if you would ask me, I don’t know what I really was: was I the small child playing carelessly at the playground or the old man sitting bored and tired on a bench?

Anyway, the fact is that when you came home you filled the closet with your clothes; elegant, expensive and so many! ! ! ! For crying out loud what on earth were you doing with so many clothes? Nevertheless, one was for sure: you were already a member of our family!
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Solo le sue lacrime dolci faceva gustare alla gente che la circondava. Soltanto sottovoce sapeva parlare quando voleva chiedere qualcosa. Qualcosa semplice di solito, una domanda da bambina. Persino le cose che noi altri le diciamo gridando, lei le diceva sottovoce come se parlasse a se stessa.

E fu cosi anche quell'estate per una volta ancora. Neppure il suo 'grido' di aiuto nessuno ha mai udito su quelle spiagge addormentate che riposavano vuote e stanche dalle orme lasciate dai piccini vicino ai loro enormi castelli che il vento trasformava in sabbia e con se' li portava via lontano.
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Waking up on a Sunday morning
Compressed into emptiness
I feel that in the skies
There’s a safe place for me
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Oh Mary, Mary I saw you again last night
Crossing the dirty streets of our town
A hopeless gaze lurked into your eyes
Then I heard you whispering clearly a moan
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Parlami di fuochi Mariu'
Niente la mia vita mai fu
Incendi nei tuoi occhi brillano
Fiamme che le strade bruciano
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BEFORE
When I got tired of Winning and Losing
And I saw my life as an empty beach
On a suddenly arrived and rainy winter
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Thinking of you
means nothing to me
also meaningless
is thinking of us
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Nemici morti

seppelliti in terra
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Il regno dell'autunno! E regina e'la pioggia
che spettinata cade e sul mare si appoggia
tu che torni a casa ed apri il tuo ombrello
guarda che allegro mi son tolto il cappello
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L'ETA' DELL' ESTATE


quei giorni caldi
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Il giorno del tuo arrivo
mi hai trovato gia' qui
Con una testa bambina
O un uomo abbandonato
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