Roma di Luna: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

On the day I was born it was prophesied that the earth would bang and blast away
On the day I first stepped on the ground the earth trembled in a quake
It ain’t a story to summon my greatness
Or a plea for a little pity
It’s just a sign of trouble to come that
I wear on my hip like a gun

Gone, oh it’s gone is the goodness
That I held as a little one
I pass behind my father
To him I am as good as done
Such a heavy load for such a little girl
To see the changing eyes
We don’t know how to please them
But the wolves know where we hide

Single girl
Oh single girl
She’s always dresses so fine
Married girl, Oh Married Girl
She wears whatever she can find
Single girl goes wherever she please
Married Girl’s at home on her knees
Oh you know I love my man
But my feet gotta travel this land