1. |
Unchain
04:50
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Moon Shows
05:05
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You trigger all I say
As long as you don’t need me there
I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
Feels like we couldn’t stay in the same house
All I promised was to love you and not to break my vows
My head goes
Where no musk grows
And moon shows
The way you own me is my only curse
You’ve taken Enough From me
Me
I trigger all you say
You remember
It’d be easy to apologise, but I’d rather be right
I never used to tie my pride with anger
But I used it to betray your trust and with it my temper
My head goes
Where no musk grows
And moon shows
The way you own me is my only curse
You’ve taken Enough From me
Me
You trigger all I say
I trigger all you say
You trigger all I say
I trigger all you say
You trigger all I say as long as you don’t need me there
I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
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3. |
The Lover
05:17
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He was a lover
I bet you’ve never seen
He was a sculpture
The artist and the scene
He was the weather
The moon dancing with the sea
Brown skin he gave us
And his presence so pristine
Naive like summer
By autumn blown away
Chasing harsh winter
We’re left with colder days
Always remember
So often you’ll forget
A man is never Man
Without his humble hands
He was a lover
I bet you’ve never seen
Not a single wrinkle on his face
Just a sign of aging when he cried
They flew together
Together with the wind
As he was lover
The sunset wasn’t warm enough without her near
He was a lover
I bet you’ve never seen
Someone said he left for good
Someone said he left for good
Someone said he left for good
Someone said he… lives
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4. |
Amami
03:46
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Amami anche se non avessi occhi per vedere
Ho discusso un po’ di cose con la mia mente
E sei tornato tu
Amami anche se non avessi occhi per capire
Ho discusso un po’ di cose con la mia mente
E sei tornato tu
Quindici giorni abbiamo rimediato
Con te ho passato gli anni più belli di me
L’unica canzone che ho scritto ho cambiato
Per paura che non potesse piacere anche a te
Sai di mare e sai anche di sole
L’ultimo bagno che ricordo l’ho con te
Una brezza fresca asciuga l’odore
Un mese e’ passato e’ tempo di partire
Amami anche se non avessi occhi per vedere
Ho discusso un po’ di cose con la mia mente
E sei tornato tu
Amami anche se non avessi occhi per capire
Ho discusso un po’ di cose con la mia mente
E sei tornato tu
Quattro sfumature d’estate son le stagioni
Il tempo che conosco e’ relativo come te
Abbasso i confini abbasso le religioni
L’unico colore che conta non si vede
Ho mille ragioni di lasciare il mio paese se il paese non mi crede
So di mare e so anche di sole
Ma l’ultimo bagno che ricordo l’hai preso te
Amami anche se non avessi occhi per vedere
Ho discusso un po’ di cose con la mia mente
E sei tornato tu
Amami anche se non avessi occhi per capire
Ho discusso un po’ di cose con la mia mente
E sei tornato tu
Non e’ colpa mia se ad essere soli si e’ in due
Mi hai capito male se mi chiedi se ti riconosco
Hai capito male se mi chiedi se ti riconosco
Amami anche se non avessi occhi per vedere
Ho discusso un po’ di cose con la mia mente
E sei tornato tu
Amami anche se non avessi occhi per capire
Ho discusso un po’ di cose con la mia mente
E sei tornato tu
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Sans Soucis London, UK
Sans Soucis makes music that invigorates the soul. Born out of a desire to reconnect with the uninhibited joyfulness and authenticity of childhood, their music is a radical act of reclamation.
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