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By Your Side Poets Will Never Fall [My English Translation]
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''Come feed the rain
'Cause I'm thirsty for your love
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
[...] Ooh, when the world is burning
Don't walk away, don't walk away
Ooh, when the heart is yearning''
When it comes to music, we are able to express a lot of emotions, which without it can become hard to tame, pressing us to the ground with all their might. It will also angle for the outburst, close enough to the one with the Vesuvius of those very old times. We have no real impact on how the wave bounces up and down by the wind, to finally hit the surface and drown into the sea once more.
But one thing we can be totally sure of. When you least expect it, you bump into someone so special, that every love song makes us into thinking about them and the lyrics start to make sense, just out of the blue.
And even if the chances to be with them would escape from us far away, melody of their soul will stay imprinted in our hearts and stay with us forever, paralyzing for some short periods of time. Sometimes making us feel tearily delighted, the other times coming in with tones of pain, in order to hardly leak from our chests. But you know what? True love is always able to find you - even if that way would be full of spikes and traps laying all around - and will survive everything.
And this is how I fell head over ears in you, with everything starting totally unexpected some rainy, gloomy morning.
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