Song by Simon and Garfunkel You give her a rose A red rose to paint everything A rose for every tear from your console And a rose for love Thee You give her a rose A white rose as were my bride A white rose that will serve to forget Every little pain My name is Antonio and I am crazy I was born in 54 and I live here since I was a child I thought of talking with the devil So I closed forty years in a mental hospital I am writing this letter because I can not speak Forgive the handwriting of a school And I wonder if I still feel an emotion But the fault is not that of the hand shaking stops Im like a piano with a broken button The agreement dissonant orchestra of drunks And day and night look alike In the little light that pierces the glass opaque Me because Im afraid I still do under For now we have always been of the healthy junk It stinks of piss and sawdust This is mental illness and there is no cure You give her a rose A red rose to paint everything A rose for every tear from your console And a rose for love Thee You give her a rose A white rose as were my bride A white rose that will serve to forget Every little pain The lunatics are question marks without sentence Thousands of ships that do not return to base Puppets are hung out to dry in the sun The lunatics are apostles of a God who does not want them I fabbrico snow with polystyrene My disease is that they are left alone Now take a telescope ?? measured distances And look between me and you ?? Who is more dangerous? Inside the halls we loved each other secretly Cutting a corner that was just our I remember the moments when we felt alive Not like the medical records crammed in the archives My memories of you will be the last to fade You were like an angel tied to a radiator Despite everything Ill wait again And if I close my eyes I feel your hand touches my You give her a rose A red rose to paint everything A rose for every tear from your console And a rose for love Thee You give her a rose A white rose as were my bride A white rose that will serve to forget Every little pain My name is Antonio and Im on the roof Dear Margaret are twenty years waiting for you The lunatics are we when no one understands When even your best friend betrays you I leave you this letter, I have to go Forgive the handwriting of a school And you wonder that I still feel an emotion? Surprise yourself again because Antonio knows how to fly.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 00:21:50 +0000
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