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Look Back
03:33
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No summer breeze,
no featherlite whispers,
can come as close -
- as close as you are to me.
(So close, so close, so close..)
Look back,
turn around, turn around,
I'm right behind you -
(So close, so close, so close..)
- invisible, secluded, undeniable..
Exhale all the pain,
rejection and anger,
breathe me in instead
I'm only a thought away from you..
Inhale all the beauty..
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3. |
Chopin Hour
02:43
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Mutual desire, sensuality..
Both of them feeding on each other's fantasy
They feel the need to get closer..
He rises his hands
He reaches out to her
The longing gets stronger
The moment of suspense
Until he can feel her skin under his fingertips
They shiver inside
Feeling the first touch before it even starts..
She reaches out to him
Her hands going through his hands
Tries to freeze the moment of complete devotion..
Touch fades away announcing the awakening hour
That sprinkles their dreams to dust
Leaving behind nothing but the white noise..
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Journey
04:55
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Nothing to do wiht this sun, this rain, this clouds...
Where am I? Maybe where you are, but you’re gone for good
Outside now
Inside out
Upside down
Tired to walk at a bother pace
Feelin’ like the fleshy reflection of my shadow
Outside is dark, the light so dim
This train is passing by like blood down through my veins
I’ll never cry these tears again
you never cry the same tear twice
The sun is rising, good for him
The dawn never talked to me, always strangers when we meet
But this train is running away
Drawing landscapes deep and flat as my escape
Girl, you’ve been a woman too soon
Boys don’t cry and die in june and we’re not happy nor sad
I ask myself if I’ll ever know
Looking for my depth, for you or just keep on reading?
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I'm no stranger to this place
I've been here before, not long ago.
Soon I'll be home, wondering,
how can it be that this experience is real
and yet it feels so unreal to me.
Peace within my heart when I see Butterfl’eyes in my sleep.
Even when I'm awake they are here.
Ed è dolcissimo non appartenerti
Al punto da non rinunciarti per non ferirti
Al punto da agonizzarmi per darti vita
Da rispettarti rispettandomi comunque
Al punto da non averti per averti così
Al punto d’aver l’essenza quindi tutto
È dolcissimo non appartenerti più.
Come Butterfl’eyes, flutter your wings,
take me home where I belong.
(Take me home where I belong,
come Butterfl’eyes, flutter your wings now)
Lead the way, embrace this sweet moment of eternity,
like these waters, dark and so deep,
they are so inviting, why?..why..
Butterfl’eyes, flutter your wings
take away from me this pain.
(Take away from me this pain,
come Butterfl’eyes flutter your wings now)
I'm not afraid, I just need someone to hold me by the hand
when I fade away..
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Sétamùr Italy
Sétamùr was born in winter 2009 as a solo project of Norman Baiocchi (Liberal Carme, Misdea [Live Soundtracking] ..). The
music creates a cinematic dream-pop very evocative and refined thanks to the mixture of electronics and woodwinds with more traditional tools.
In time the project evolved in 3 different levels: solo, duo and full band (7 members)
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