Song | The Postman (Il Postino), Poetry and Music Suite/I Like for You to Be ... |
Artist | Luis Bacalov |
Album | The Postman (Il Postino) [O.S.T] |
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[ti:The Postman(I1 Postino),Poetry and Music Suite I Like for You to Be Still] | |
[ar:Luis Bacalov] | |
[al:] | |
[00:01.43] | I like for you to be still,it is as though you were absent |
[00:06.48] | And you hear me from far away,and my voice does not touch you. |
[00:11.33] | It seems as though your eyes had flown away |
[00:13.96] | And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. |
[00:18.06] | As all things are filled with my soul |
[00:20.28] | You emerge from the things, filled my soul. |
[00:24.78] | You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy. |
[00:35.25] | I like for you to be still,and you seem far away. |
[00:40.57] | It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove. |
[00:46.48] | And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you |
[00:51.74] | Let me come to be still in your silence. |
[00:55.99] | And let me talk to you with your silence |
[00:58.87] | That is bright as a lamp,simple as a ring. |
[01:05.39] | You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. |
[01:10.19] | Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid. |
[01:16.20] | I like for you to be still, it is as though you were absent |
[01:20.81] | Distant and full of sorrow as though you had died. |
[01:25.15] | One word then,one smile,is enough. |
[01:28.99] | And I am happy, happy that it's not true. |
ti: The Postman I1 Postino, Poetry and Music Suite I Like for You to Be Still | |
ar: Luis Bacalov | |
al: | |
[00:01.43] | I like for you to be still, it is as though you were absent |
[00:06.48] | And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you. |
[00:11.33] | It seems as though your eyes had flown away |
[00:13.96] | And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. |
[00:18.06] | As all things are filled with my soul |
[00:20.28] | You emerge from the things, filled my soul. |
[00:24.78] | You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy. |
[00:35.25] | I like for you to be still, and you seem far away. |
[00:40.57] | It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove. |
[00:46.48] | And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you |
[00:51.74] | Let me come to be still in your silence. |
[00:55.99] | And let me talk to you with your silence |
[00:58.87] | That is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. |
[01:05.39] | You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. |
[01:10.19] | Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid. |
[01:16.20] | I like for you to be still, it is as though you were absent |
[01:20.81] | Distant and full of sorrow as though you had died. |
[01:25.15] | One word then, one smile, is enough. |
[01:28.99] | And I am happy, happy that it' s not true. |
ti: The Postman I1 Postino, Poetry and Music Suite I Like for You to Be Still | |
ar: Luis Bacalov | |
al: | |
[00:01.43] | I like for you to be still, it is as though you were absent |
[00:06.48] | And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you. |
[00:11.33] | It seems as though your eyes had flown away |
[00:13.96] | And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. |
[00:18.06] | As all things are filled with my soul |
[00:20.28] | You emerge from the things, filled my soul. |
[00:24.78] | You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy. |
[00:35.25] | I like for you to be still, and you seem far away. |
[00:40.57] | It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove. |
[00:46.48] | And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you |
[00:51.74] | Let me come to be still in your silence. |
[00:55.99] | And let me talk to you with your silence |
[00:58.87] | That is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. |
[01:05.39] | You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. |
[01:10.19] | Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid. |
[01:16.20] | I like for you to be still, it is as though you were absent |
[01:20.81] | Distant and full of sorrow as though you had died. |
[01:25.15] | One word then, one smile, is enough. |
[01:28.99] | And I am happy, happy that it' s not true. |