The mind is like a parachute
Won't work until it's opened
The love is like an onion
She said:
«Moon wrapped in brown paper»
If only the whole world
Could feel the power of harmony
Dreams are true
while they last
And do we not live in dreams?
The poetry is in the pity
Melodies of joy
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart
The best things in life are not things
To begin, begin
If music be the food of love,
play on…
Play on…
It's not the place in which you stand
It's where on earth you're going
It's who you are
And how you live
to tell the tale tomorrow
If only we could see the best
In every single word
Then as we forget the pain
We'll finally be one world
The poetry is in the pity
Melodies of joy
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart
The best things in life are not things
To begin, begin
If music be the food of love, play on…
Play on…
The poetry is in the pity
Melodies of joy
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart
The best things in life are not things
To begin, begin
If music be the food of love,
play on…
Play on…
If music be the food of love,
play on…