Anita Lipnicka - Cruel magic

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Let s play the guitar
Let s tap our feet
Let s sing of love
To make us all weep

Let s fill up our hearts
And empty our minds
Give ourselves to the music
And dance outside Time

Let s sway our bodies
Like the wind bends the trees
Let’s sing this melody
To cure our disease

Ah, sweet magic
Ah, this sweet, cruel magic

Let s fly through perfumed dreams
On a tapestry of lovers’ words
From the first burning kiss
To the loss and the hurt

Here, the ladies wear their dresses tight
The men, their peacock suits
The moon comes out every night
In a sky of midnight blue

We, who have loved
We, who have been loved
Ah, this sweet, cruel magic
We did it all for Love

Inne utwory

  • Tell me, tel me
  • Piosenka słodko-gorzka
  • Cała prawda o mnie
  • Learning
  • Then and now
  • Such a shame
  • Aqua blue
  • Knock, knock
  • Moje oczy są zielone
  • Monday
  • Death of a love
  • Bones of love
  • Porcelana
  • Rzeko
  • Losowe utwory

    Maybe

    Running around a gigantic tree
    Round and round
    I can t shake free
    Maybe

    Looking behind you re much closer to me
    The man I fear
    He lives inside of me
    Maybe

    I know I can swim
    but what...

    I need some time

    Scary stories of a world falling apart.
    Sadness echoes from a child s broken heart.
    Is there anyway to ease all of this pain?
    We all pay retribution for mistakes that we make.

    Chorus

    I need sometime to get back on my feet...

    Little argument with myself

    I want to believe
    I want to believe
    I want to believe
    I want to believe
    just keep counting the stars
    like someday you ll find out
    just how many there are
    and we all can go home
    cuz there s nothing as sad
    as a man on his back
    counting stars
    but, I want to believe
    yes, I want to...

    Lise

    Lise prend des airs
    Qui déstabilisent
    Les valises de Lise
    Sont pleines d air

    Que veux-tu que je lui dise
    Elle fait tout de travers
    Elle fonctionne à l envers
    Sous ses airs de marquise

    Les vers de Lise
    Se lisent autour d un verre

    Elle ne manque pas d air
    Il faudrait que tu lises
    Un ou deux de ses vers
    Légers...

    Simple days

    I was born on the north side of a
    Midwestern town
    There were nine of us living in a
    Three bedroom house
    Didn t have much money
    But we made due
    Cause Momma worked all day long
    And Daddy did too
    Did all they could
    Made sure we had...