Lyrics: Bloody papers blues I wake up to the city’s hum, streets I call my own, but I’m still undone. Every corner whispers home, but the walls I’ve built feel so alone. Like leaves in the wind, I sway, not sure if I’ll be here tomorrow, or drift away. My heart beats in rhythm with a distant song, telling me where I belong, where I belong. I carry my past in my hands, stories of mountains, rivers, and sun-drenched lands. Yet here I stand, dreaming small, praying the world won’t take it all. Like leaves in the wind, I sway, not sure if I’ll be here tomorrow, or drift away. My heart beats in rhythm with a distant song, telling me where I belong, where I belong. But music keeps me in the now, the sax and the piano teach me how to dance with fear, to hold it near, to find a moment, bright and clear. Like leaves in the wind, I sway, not sure if I’ll be here tomorrow, or drift away. My heart beats in rhythm with a distant song, telling me where I belong, where I belong.

Lyrics: Vain illusion I saw your face in a glass of wine, Dreams were dancing, out of time. Your laughter floated through the haze, Like New Orleans on summer days. Vain illusion, sweet confusion, You were mine in the moon’s delusion. I held your shadow, kissed your name, But daylight burned our little flame. The band kept playing “Love Me Slow,” While I kept losing what I know. Your perfume stayed, your heart was gone, And I kept humming that same old song. Vain illusion, soft intrusion, Love’s a trick, a sweet inclusion. We danced on dreams that couldn’t last, Just echoes of a vanished past. Trumpets cry, the night turns gray, And I still hear that old refrain— The song we played, the lies we told, Still shining bright in fools’ gold. Vain illusion, last conclusion, I toast your ghost in the grand confusion. If love’s a show, then curtain fall— You were my dream, my all in all.

Lyrics: A murmur in the night When the lights go down, and the city sleeps, There's a murmur that’s not the river or the seas. It doesn’t make a sound, yet you can feel it there, On the skin of those who can’t find rest anywhere. It’s a whisper soft, but it burns so bright, Like something lights up far away tonight. And it comes back to us with gifts and news, Like that old friend bringing the past in hues. And in that murmur, hear the piano play, Slowly, tiptoeing, in the dreams that stay. The band joins in, a dixieland delight, A song forgotten, yet it feels so right. Born from the river, from the slaves’ deep pain, From far-off cities, through the thick terrain. A melody that pulses, resonates and flows, As if it’s always been, from the highs to lows. And in that murmur, hear the piano play, Slowly, tiptoeing, in the dreams that stay. The band joins in, a dixieland delight, A song forgotten, yet it feels so right. Whispers in the night, dancing on the skin, Echoes of the past, where the dreams begin.

Lyrics: Para começar / Para comenzar Para comenzar hábleme de usted si aún está soñando o si todo está al revés y luego vamos junto al mar luna sobre azul vamos junto al mar para vivir para pensar para soñar Para comenzar cuéntame de ti si esperas al viento o queda tanto por vivir y luego vamos junto al mar luna sobre azul vamos junto al mar para comenzar

Lyrics: Ao passar / Al pasar Vuelve el tiempo que queda detrás al pasar y no sabes siquiera volver a vivir o a soñar y en las tardes que quedan tan lejos como las horas que si todo es vivir solo puedes vivir ahora Vuelve aquello que fue por llegar al pasar y las cosas se van o se quedan sin terminar y en las noches que vienen tan solas para seguir aquello ya sentido vuelve a sentir

Song written by Ana Bertolini - Track #5 of EP Perfect World

Song written by Ana Bertolini - Track #4 of EP Perfect World

Work for piano and two guitars

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