Blackbird

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“Babbo, babbo, merlo!”
Olivia mi porge un pezzetto della scatola del tè, cartoncino bianco liscio. Vuole che le disegni un merlo.
E così, in cinque minuti, c’è una bimba felice in casa.
“Daddy, daddy, blackbird!”
Olivia hands me a piece of the teabags box, white smooth cardboard. She wants me to draw a blackbird for her.
So, in five minutes, there’s a happy little girl at home.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.