Andrea Bocelli

Miseree

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Wretched, wretched
Wretched, wretched me
But I toast life
What a mystery my life is
What a mystery
I am a sinner from the year 80,000
A liar
But where am i, what am I doing
How do I live
I live in the soul of the world
Lost in the depths of life

Wretched, wretched me
But I toast life

I am the saint who betrayed you
When you were alone
I live elsewhere and observe the world
From the sky
And I see the sea and the forests
I see myself
I live in the soul of the world
Lost in the depths of life

Wretched, wretched me
But I toast life

If there is a night dark enough
To hide me, to hide me
If there is a light, a hope
A magnificent sun that shines
Inside of me
Give me the joy to live
That is not yet there

Wretched, wretched me
That joy to live
That perhaps, is not yet there


Writer/s: FORNACIARI, ADELMO / HEWSON, PAUL DAVID

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