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Sun shines for Baghi...
From the mountain made of sugar she comes from
What a joy for the whole world yeh, she's true Love
Bagh, Baghi...
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My Melody Friend
02:21
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Don't worry now is time to sleep.
Don't worry, now the monsters leave.
Just take a ride in this big balloon, it's gonna rise high so high. Everything there will look different then. Don't worry, take me by the hand, don't worry,feel your feet on the land. Reach out your voice for a melody to sing, make it fly free like a little bird, everything then will look different you'll see.
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Radiohouse 12 am
02:30
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Empty corridors at radio house, heard a sound, a tiny sound Everywhere is so quiet and nice Rabbits by the moon light, rabbits by the moonlight
Hear the echoes of the midnight show, time for songs, time songs Is an island where they all come from?
Where they all come fro oom, where they all come fro oom
After singing lonesome cherry songs I will leave i will go Leaving empty corridors behind
Ursa Major in the sky
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Two
02:30
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Two eyes...
To see the blue birds flying by
To see the oranges fall down
And see your eyes on mine
Two legs...
to walk along the misty path
to look for shelter in the dark
and try to follow your steps in the sand
Two hands...
to play my songs on the guitar
to sow the seeds across the land
and maybe touch your hair by the moonlight
Two souls...
wonder the'll ever fall apart
because all things God made 'em to pass
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All through the winter
The root children are asleep underground
But when Spring comes
Mother Earth wakes them up again
Then the root Children are busy painting, cleaning beetles and bugs
They go up to the ground and play in the fields, meadows and ponds.
“One forget-me-not and two dragonflies “
Oooh and soon summer comes
By the wheat fields they dance, what a joy!
Flowers and lady bugs
Oh how do they wish it was summer all year long!
But Autumn comes with winds and storms so they soon get back home
Mother Earth waits by the door
“Go to sleep, little ones “
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Sweet herbs
01:48
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Sweet herbs
Got my magic notebook and my pencil and I take look around and I see, smell, dream... And I write a song
Now surrounded by these little sweet green herbs, I'm just wasting time on my own, oh, oh
And I werite a song...
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Rabbits belong to the fields, not to hats or cages
Rabbits belong to green fields in the open air
Birdies belong to the trees and the wide open skies
Fishes belong to oceans and the sweet, sweet rivers
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Asleep on a bank
02:30
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Asleep on a bank
Asleep on a bank, I can see the stars, I don't need to hide, they don't have to cry for the morning
I travel without from moving my feet
Is my little island in this long street
No, the train's not gonna come
Asleep on a bank, I'm resting my soul. My eyes are tired but I still love you so.
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House and Tree
02:17
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House and Tree
need a shelter, need a house where I can take care of you
where I can take care of the, I want a house
Everybody should have one... Solid ground
I want a tree where I can take fruit for free, where I can climb up its branches and look down
Everybody should have one...
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Paint the sound
02:05
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Real world
03:39
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You can not catch me now, I'm in the real world
it's been such a long way back home
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Sun spots
02:32
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Sunspots
Sunspots in my window, bring me some good news
It's been a long, cold winter
So I guess it's time to bloom
Sunspots in my terrace, bring me some good faith
It's been a long, cold night
So I guess it's time for roses
Sunspots in my wall, never dissapear
It's such a wild, wild world
So bring a little light to us
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The Birds - William Blake poem
He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,
Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;
Where thou thy charming nest dost build,
O thou pride of every field!
She. Yonder stands a lonely tree,
There I live and mourn for thee;
Morning drinks my silent tear,
And evening winds my sorrow bear.
He. O thou summer's harmony,
I have liv'd and mourn'd for thee;
Each day I mourn along the wood,
And night hath heard my sorrows loud.
She. Dost thou truly long for me?
And am I thus sweet to thee?
Sorrow now is at an end,
O my Lover and my Friend!
He. Come, on wings of joy we'll fly
To where my bower hangs on high;
Come, and make thy calm retreat
Among green leaves and blossoms sweet.
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old little books my old little books, help me now from feeling dark and blue
old little friends my old little friends, please, tell me your stories once again.
thru your pages i have travelled across a wonderland, when i was a child was the only place to find
in your drawings i could live free without a care and if i was alone you where always there
now i keep you on a shelf i see you in the distance every day. but there's no way i can deny or forget your magic universe.
thru your pages i have grown in a land so far, where the broken road lies down for the poor. i could never understand the misery i saw, wish my land was like a story that you told.
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Lotus from the pond
02:34
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Lotus from the pond, there's where you belong. Fishes swim around your lovely petals, yes they swim around
Who takes care of you? Maybe morning rain
And the wind it combs your leaves, that's why you're so pretty everyday
it's easy to learn from someone who rebirths from mud
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The Mountain's there
02:37
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The mountain's there
These days were gone they're not coming back, but the mountain's there...
The building's grew, htey won't let the sun shine, but the mountain's there.
From the begining of times, it was there.
Laugh can turn to weep in one day, but the mountain's there...
The one I love has gone far away, but the mountain's there
From the begining of times, it was there.
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Sea in a pocket
03:12
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Sea in a pocket
Take me now to see the morning sun. The first rays of this rising orange
By the hand, where water cleans the soul, where wind it's speaks of only hope
All year long I've been wating to set my eyes, where the ocean meets the sky. All year long I'll be keeping this sea in my pocket, just for you and for me.
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Yani Martinelli Madrid, Spain
Born in Caracas, Venezuela in 1981. Musician, songwriter, music teacher, cat lady ^^
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