Tekst :
Heard you say that you didn t like the state that the world is in
Not a day passes that your faith in man don t get mighty grim
You say you want to have piece of mind
You tell me that you find life is much too unkind
But who else can you blame for the state of your mentality
If you re just a part of the times
Don t dismay cause the dollar won t buy all the things you need
You must pay cause some other s gettin high on his selfish
greed
You say you want to have piece of mind
You tell me that you find life is much too unkind
You want to settle back into the old days of serenity
If you re just a part of the times
(Do) you know you can go on from here
Dim the past your future s clear
Put the effort in what (you know) can be
The world will turn, deal with adversity
You put on a face for the crowd
You try to get past not allowed
You get what you give and you get it deservedly
And you take it a part of the time
You will not get a thing for a dime
You struggle through the passion the greed and the crime
Tekst :
Uhhh-Uhhh
How could I give you the love
The love in my heart?
How could you feel what I feel
When you are so far.( so far )
How could I give you the love
The love in my heart?
How could you feel what I feel
When you are so far.( so far )
Refren:
Feel me up inside
I got so much to give you.
Feel me up inside
Don t you that I need you.
Ohh-Ohh! Feel me up inside.
Feel me up inside
I got so much to give you.
Feel me up inside
Don t you that I need you.
Ohh-Ohh! Feel me up inside.
How could I give you the love
The love in my heart?
How could you feel what I feel
When you are so far.( so far )
How could I give you the love
The love in my heart?
How could you feel what I feel
When you are so far.( so far )
Refren:
Feel me up inside
I got so much to give you.
Feel me up inside
Don t you that I need you.
Ohh-Ohh! Feel me up insïde.
Tekst :
Larte di farmi felice tu la conosci da sempre
ti naturale un talento, unarte...
e dici le cose pi vere sempre al momento pi giusto
gesti e parole possiedi, e unarte
Io chiudo gli occhi e penso che forse non che una finzione teatrale
e provo lincredulit amara e muta
di ogni pubblico ingenere,
ma quante volte son li a guardar rapito
quel che accade in scena,
arte, che arte!
Cos sono sempre felice, ma sempre com quella paura
vivo il mio giorno sospenso a un filo
e passano luci e ombre
e lampi di sguarda e sorrisi
e la tua disumana luce.
Ma quando forse per amore - o chi lo sa -
riesci a scordar la tua parte
e com umana ingenuit accetti me
e il corpo splende e si esalta
lapplauso mio arriver
untuale sempre a render grazie a quellarte,
arte di amare