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Shooting Star
Click to see the original lyrics (Italian)
I think of you before falling asleep
Looking at the sun which makes space for nightfall
In this land away from home
Away from you, who is my home
Wherever you are, you're my soul
You're a field of melancholy
When I'm not with you;
You're a field of the sweetest fruits
When you're here with me
Farmer of the heart
My joy costs me sweat (hard work)
I love you, and I flee far away
The measure of my love is the planet
Each trip away from you, you're the destination
I, a wise man; you, a shooting star
I need to distance myself from you
To see the whole you
I have to pretend that you're not here
To discover that you're real
This evening, the lady of the hotel cooked potatoes the same way you do;
Roasted, crunchy on the outside and soft in the heart
Just the way you make them, just the way you are
Eating them, I was eating you, like a communion
And I ran away because
I couldn't breathe from too much love
Love, love, love, love...
This word seen from far away
Makes me feel like a pilgrim, a repentant, a dimwit
I love you, an I flee far away
The measure of my love is the planet
Each trip away from you, you're the destination
I, a wise man; you, a shooting star
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splendens on 2013-03-16

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