How can the small flowers grow If the wild winds blow And the cold snow is all around? And where will the frail birds fly If their homes on high Have been torn down to the ground?
Lift the wings that carry me away from here and Fill the sail that breaks the line to home But when I'm miles and miles apart from you I'm beside you when I think of you, a Stóirín a Grá
How can a tree stand tall If a rain won't fall To wash its branches down? And how can the heart survive? Can it stay alive If its love's denied for long?
Lift the wings that carry me away from here and Fill the sail that breaks the line to home But when I'm miles and miles apart from you I'm beside you when I think of you, a Stóirín And I'm with you as I dream of you, a Stóirín And this song will bring me near to you, a Stóirín a Grá -- "Lift the Wings", by Áine Uí Cheallaigh, from "Riverdance - The Show"
Effettivamente c'è un qualcosa nell'aria, non si sente, il vento e non si vedono le onde, ma c'è nell'aria qualcosa che ti trasporta ,lontano da qualche parte lontano da li verso un tuo luogo.Un tornare dentro qualcosa di tuo che solo in quel momento ti colpisce e ti ferma a riflettere. Il mare segna l'abbraccio con la terra sconfinata e sconosciuta.Forse come noi stessi.
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