โ ๐‚๐š๐๐ž๐ง๐ณ๐š ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ง๐ณ๐š - ๐Ž๐‚๐ฌ ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ โž

โžถ ๐‚๐š๐๐ž๐ง๐ณ๐š
Momento del brano musicale dove il musicista o il cantante ha l'opportunitร  di suonare un assolo liberamente e con licenza artistica per uscire da un tempo o un ritmo rigido.

โžถ ๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ง๐ณ๐š
รˆ il rapporto tra due suoni non consonanti. Si verifica quando due o piรน note suonate contemporaneamente stonano, producono un suono non armonico, creando molta tensione tra di esse. Per questo hanno il bisogno di essere risolte.

โ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€Žโœ™ใ€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โž

ใ€Ž ๐‰๐ฎ๐ง'๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐”๐ž๐ง๐จ ใ€

โžถ ๐น๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’ - ๐ธ๐‘›๐’‰๐‘ฆ๐‘๐‘’๐‘›

โ Love wrapped in blood: it's erased by arrogance, it's over. After I lost everything, I became a monster that couldn't die... But now I know what I have to do: follow the mark of the blood. I won't hesitate: at the end of the road... I offer myself to you. โž

โžถ๐‘€๐‘– ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ข๐‘”๐‘”๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘– - ๐‘…๐‘–๐‘๐’‰๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘‘ ๐ถ๐‘œ๐‘๐‘๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘’

โ E quel mio cuore d'inverno รจ un fiore di primavera, e brucia dentro l'inferno come se fosse di cera. Sei tu che soffi sul fuoco; tu, bella bocca straniera. Ti spio, ti voglio, ti invoco: io sono niente e tu vera...! Mi distruggerai, mi distruggerai; ti abbraccio in sogno tutto il giorno e sto di notte sveglio. Mi distruggerai, mi distruggerai. โž

โ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€Žโœ™ใ€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โž

ใ€Ž ๐…๐ข๐ž๐ค๐ž ๐๐ž๐ง๐ง๐ฒ ๐„๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ค๐š ๐’๐ข๐ค๐จ๐ซ๐š ใ€

โžถ ๐บ๐‘œ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘ ๐’‰ - ๐‘Š๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘›

โ Disgusting, disgusting... God, it's disgusting, disgusting; I'm now a fan of what I'm meant to hate! It's tiny, so small; man, your mind is so tiny, it's tiny... So alone 'cause you're smarter than the rest, the best, the best...! โž

โžถ ๐ป๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘™๐‘“. - ๐‘Š๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ ๐‘œ๐‘›

โ Happiness, farewells, love, and friendship; they're all goods that can be bought for money... within jokes made by comical dreams. I might just die tomorrow, you know? Everything might just end up being for naught. Mornings and nights, spring and autumn, unchanging: someone dies somewhere. โž

โ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€Žโœ™ใ€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โž

ใ€Ž ๐‚๐จ๐ซ๐๐žฬ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž ๐‘๐จ๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ใ€

โžถ ๐ต๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘’ - ๐ผ๐ด๐‘€๐‘‹

โ You and me, in our playhouse, living in a veil. Memories bring no joy or peace: we are alone, and all we need. Tuning out all the poison every waking day, like an intolerance to overcome. Time will erase every face, and every name. We are alone, and there's no one to blame. Oh, Bernadette, don't you know that life and death will always lead you into love and regret? But you have answers, and I have the key for the door to Bernadette. โž

โžถ ๐บ๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ - ๐ฝ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘›

โ Yes, fake it 'til you make it: mask on, never take it off. Wear it 'til wearing it feels natural. Whatever you tell yourself, it's not true; power's what I make it. I'm picking your new favourite, then you buy it and I savour it. 'Cause you'll love it when I give it to you, leave you wanting more; and I know your addiction's attention, so let's start a show. Is it everything and more than than you were hoping for? No? Then show us something we ain't ever seen before! โž

โ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€Žโœ™ใ€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โž

ใ€Ž ๐๐จ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข ๐…๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฒ๐š ใ€

โžถ ๐‘†๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘“๐‘–๐‘๐‘’ - ๐ธ๐‘›๐’‰๐‘ฆ๐‘๐‘’๐‘›

โ I'm a dying heart with only pain left; I'm lost in the night, in the maze of oblivion. I beg you, save me; I'm twisted and alone. Oh, take my hand...! I'll dedicate my life to you: you can swallow me entirely. I'll dedicate my life to you: drink my flesh and blood, bae, it's a blessing given by fate. You are darkness spread by destiny, and... My sacrifice is only for your sake. โž

โžถ ๐‘‡๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘๐‘– - ๐พ๐‘ฃ๐‘– ๐ต๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘Ž

โ If I could do one thing right now, I would like to become a little light in someone's darkness and shine, until my life burns out to the end. 'Cause I still can't catch the border between the today and the tomorrow, and the nightmare, which I see in reality, never ends. But even so, I don't forget that there is hope; yes, there still are no endless nights here. There are none. โž

โ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€Žโœ™ใ€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โž

ใ€Ž ๐‹๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ข๐จฬ๐ง๐ฅ๐š ใ€

โžถ ๐ต๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘™๐‘’๐‘“๐‘–๐‘’๐‘™๐‘‘ โ€“ ๐‘†๐‘‰๐‘…๐ถ๐ผ๐‘๐ด

โ We're standing face-to-face with our own human race; we commit the sins again, and our sons and daughters pay for them. Our tainted history is playing on repeat, but we could change it... Only if we stand up strong and take the lead. Or, maybe, we could be the first to fall, and everything could either stay the same or we could have changed it all.ย  โž

โžถ ๐พ๐‘–๐‘™๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐ต๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘“๐‘™๐‘–๐‘’๐‘  โ€“ ๐ฟ๐‘’๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘  ๐ต๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ก

โ Some things are meant to be torn apart, like wings, and hearts. And some things are meant to be gone broke: faith and hope. Maybe it's my fault we've been up all night killing butterflies, 'cause the only thing we have to stabilise is our appetite. โž

โ โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ใ€Žโœ™ใ€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€โ”€ โž

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