Bonita pieza , me acerca recuerdos de la dramática gerra civil española .

A very lovely piece with a delightful repeating theme which underlines everything.

The main theme of the future Theatre Project "Bluebird". Composed specially for Münchener Dionysien.

Sheet Music

Blue Bird

Ordinary Feelings

Spotify

No Excuse.

Been away for far too long			
How are things since I’ve been gone
What’s the crack
I can see that things have changed
Nothing does seem quite the same
What’s the crack
Some of them are for the best
Not quite sure about the rest
What’s the crack

What about the girl I dated			
I thought we were really fated
Now you say that she is married
And you say he’s some Prince Harry

What about the friends I knew		
Kieth & Bill & Vic and Lou
What’s the crack
Are they still out Fridays nights
Chewing fat and wronging rights
What’s the crack

I have been quite isolated				
Seems the world could not have waited
Now I feel quite out of place
I’m not sure I like this taste

What about the shoes you wear
Where can I get me a pair
What’s the crack
And you say my hair’s too long
And my clothes are very wrong
What’s the crack
Need a job to get some cash
Tell me where the action’s at
What’s the crack

Here we go again y’all
What’s the crack
What’s the crack
What’s the crack
Oh what’s the crack

Treat Her Like A Lady

What's The Crack

By Voicelight

Screamer

Bad Milk

UNA LACRIMA SUL VISO 
Da una lacrima sul viso
Ho capito molte cose
Dopo tanti e tanti mesi, ora so
Cosa sono per te
Uno sguardo ed un sorriso
M'han svelato il tuo segreto
Che sei stata innamorata di me
Ed ancora lo sei
Non ho mai capito
Non sapevo che
Che tu, che tu
Tu mi amavi, ma come me
Non trovavi mai
Il coraggio di dirlo, ma poi
Quella lacrima sul viso
È un miracolo d'amore
Che si avvera in questo istante per me
Che non amo che te
Non ho mai capito
Non sapevo che
Che tu, che tu
Tu mi amavi, ma come me
Non trovavi mai
Il coraggio di dirlo, ma poi
Quella lacrima sul viso
È un miracolo d'amore
Che si avvera in questo istante per me
Che non amo che te

Una lacrima sul viso (Bobby Solo cover)

i do not own this piano cover
all rghts belong to Reece Akana on Youtube
watch: https://youtu.be/6R7OTGL3RbU

Dreams Don't Turn To Dust - Owl City (Piano Cover) by Reece Akana

https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/sets/keep-the-streets-empty-for-me

Silent Tide

(English translation above)

Un infini merci à Syntaleta d'avoir accepté que je mette des paroles sur sa musique si évocatrice pour moi !

An infinite thank you to Syntaleta for accepting that I put words on her music so evocative for me!
https://soundcloud.com/syntaleta/a-letter-from-the-past

Une lettre du passé

Je me souviens
Sous le regard de la lune
Je me souviens 
D'un passé qui se rallume
En tas de braises
Que je croyais en cendres
Et devient fournaise
Mais sans pouvoir m'en défendre

Je me souviens
En rouvrant cette lettre
Des jours anciens
Où j'étais à la fenêtre
En espérant
Que je puisse m'enfuir
Et gommer ma vie en
Délire

Car en pension
Où mon cœur s'est déchiré
Comme en prison
Innocent mais accusé
D'être un enfant
De parents trop petits
Ou trop inconscients
Pour cesser tous leurs gribouillis.

Dans cette lettre
Où ma mère me disait
Qu'il fallait mettre
Un bonnet quand il gelait
De bien dormir
Que pour devenir grand
Faut être sans faiblir 
Battant

Cent fois, je l'ai bien relue cent fois
Essayant quand je pouvais
De suivre ses conseils si droits
Mais malgré tout ça, j'ai plus souvent bafouillé
Me suis tordu le cou à chercher ma voie 
Aux quatre coins de mon cœur estropié.

Cent fois, je suis bien tombé cent fois
Cent fois me suis relevé
Toujours marqué, toujours plus droit
Et puis un beau jour comme un vrai conte de fées
L'ivresse de l'amour m'a pris dans ses bras
Aux quatre coins d'un monde émerveillé

Je me souviens
Sous le regard de la lune
Je me souviens
Dans ce temps de fortune
Dans l'air léger 
Où jamais rien ne dure
Tous mes cris d'écorché
Se turent

Mais cette lettre
Que j'ai lue et relue
Je l'aurais suivie à la lettre
Si je l'avais reçue...

Myckaël Marcovic, le 18 février 2020

A letter from the past

I remember
Under the gaze of the moon
I remember
From a reigniting past
In heaps of embers
I believed in ashes
And becomes a furnace
But without being able to defend myself from it

I remember
By reopening this letter
From old days
Where i was at the window
Hoping
That i can run away
And erase my life by
Delirium

Because in pension
Where my heart was torn apart
Like in prison
Innocent but accused
To be a child
From parents too small
Or too oblivious
To stop all their scribbles.

In this letter
Where my mom used to tell me
That it was necessary to put
A hat when it was freezing
To sleep well
Only to become tall
Must be without weakening
clapper

A hundred times, I have read it a hundred times
Trying when I could
To follow her advice if right
But despite all that, I have more often stammered
Twisted my neck to find my way
To the four corners of my crippled heart.

A hundred times, I fell a hundred times
A hundred times got up
Always marked, always straighter
And then one fine day like a real fairy tale
The intoxication of love took me in her arms
To the four corners of a world filled with wonder

I remember
Under the gaze of the moon
I remember
In this time of fortune
In the light air
Where nothing ever lasts
All my screams
Became silent

But this letter
That I have read and reread
I would have followed it to the letter
If I had received it ...

Myckaël Marcovic, on February 18 2020

Une lettre du passé (Syntaleta / Myckaël Marcovic)

When We Were Happy

Composer and violinist. Educated at the Munich Academy of Music and Performing Arts, and at the Saint-Petersburg conservatory.

No Excuse.

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