pierluigi

the moon is rising right above my head
no more disguising i will not to be afraid no no no
the moon is rising right above my head
no more disguising, not to be afraid

you make me wonder
you make me ponder
what's the reason for this wonder
this a burn like thunder
this it eternal
no earth, no power
will break dis pon ya
dis will last longer, dis will grow stronger
if i should ever leave then i surely must come back
that one a name one love, that one a name one heart
that one a name ?, that one a name one god

and me go so uuufff
dis is original- dis take you back to the roots like agent ??
me go so uuufff
dis is untypical damn logical its extraterrestrial
me go so uuufff
unconditional, radical and literal and could´t be fictional
me go so uuufff
let me carry you to the waterfall you are crystal-
you make the unseen visual
the system call natural I - i´m so high so peace
so strong you make me kiss the sky
anytime you give me something is on the midnight isle
and kiss today goodnight- and let me take you on a ride

dis is your queendom- rule it with wisdom
dis is the shoulder that you always can lean on
dis is my kingdom-may i rule it with wisdom
to the castle in the clouds and call it freedom

Moonrise, Patrice

There was a lonesome cowboy, who rode his horse all day,
At night he slept in the moonlight, till he heard that midnight train...

And then that lonesome cowboy, looked up at the stars in the sky,
"I will leave my land and my horses, on that midnight train I will ride,

To the city, far across the plains,
To that city, on that midnight train, here it comes,
Choo choo choo... on that midnight train"

And then that lonesome cowboy, stepped into a bar,
A pretty girl slid over nice and easy, "Boy your money won't go far."

She took him outside to an alley, he got dragged into a fight,
And a bullet sent him dying, and he cursed that moonless night

In that city, far across the plains,
In that city, he could hear that midnight train, down the line;
Choo choo choo... he could hear that midnight train

And now that lonesome cowboy is lain beneath the clay,
His horses they're still waiting, for he is gone away;

Now if you think the grass is greener on the far side of the hill
All you cowboys, take it easy, there's no grass there at all.

In that city, far across the plains,
In that city, you'd better miss that midnight train, here it comes
Choo choo choo... you'd better miss that midnight train
Choo choo choo... that train is coming for you.

Lonsome Cowboy, Chris de Burgh